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While the rest of you are sleeping safe and sound
I´m on the run I´m on the wing
Climb the ceiling when the walls are falling apart
I´m the one to blame for everything
substitute for God, a sacred muse
The hell with it, it´s just a lame excuse
Everything I ever used I have abused
All I live for is my heaven of high
I´ll be there when the sun goes down
Withered Jimsonweed a night on bad speed
This purple haze works in mysterious ways
Wait another day to wash my sins away
In another time, in another place
P.S.
За текст не ручаюсь - возможны каламбуры.
Он был кем-то воспринят на слух.