What is it like inside that head of yours?
The glass palaces you built of the mud castles
What is it like when it's all gone with the west wind, in the hungry tides
The wasted mongrel by the street you believed to be your cursed prince
What is it like when a hundred kisses later the mongrel still barks, the dreams slipping right through the crevices of your trembling fingers
The inexpensive love ballads you fancied to be hymns penned for you
What is it like when the words are lost in the startling truths of stenched corpses and sinking worlds
What is it like when the rhapsody wears off?
What is it like when you wake off the slumber?
The glass palaces you built of the mud castles
What is it like when it's all gone with the west wind, in the hungry tides
The wasted mongrel by the street you believed to be your cursed prince
What is it like when a hundred kisses later the mongrel still barks, the dreams slipping right through the crevices of your trembling fingers
The inexpensive love ballads you fancied to be hymns penned for you
What is it like when the words are lost in the startling truths of stenched corpses and sinking worlds
What is it like when the rhapsody wears off?
What is it like when you wake off the slumber?
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