The Day She Wakes Up Dead (A Waltz in E or B minor)

Tossing and turning
Awake in her bed
She can’t fall asleep
Her sanity’s in shreds

Twitching and wishing
Awake in her bed
If sleep still won’t come
She’ll wish to be dead

Oh the fiend that is Consciousness
That won’t give her up
It’s trapped her in its waking world
And on her mind it will sup

So she’s
Tossing and turning
Awake in her bed
Her shut eyes are flutt’ring
And trembling with dread

Praying and pleading
Alone in her bed
There’s no one to turn to
So she’s awful scared

Oh the fiend that is Consciousness
That won’t give her up
It’s trapped her in its waking world
And on her mind it will sup

Oh you poor sleepless wretch
Your pleas are in vain
There’s no one who hears you
Soon you’ll be insane

Now it’s
Tasting and sav’ring
Her mind it has bled
Of her sanity and dreams
And all thoughts have fled

Sighing and lying
Alive in her bed
She’s still wide awake
And Consciousness’s been fed

Oh the fiend that is Consciousness
That won’t give her up
It’s trapped her in its waking world
And on her mind it has supped

Oh you poor sleepless wretch
Your pleas were in vain
No one has heard you
Now you’ll be insane

But then
Slowly and slowly
She grows still in bed
Her eyelids are drooping close
Soon all light has fled

Little by little
She will in time shed
Her mindless cold body
And then wake up dead

Oh the waking world, the waking world’s devoured her
In her restless misery
And the waking world, the waking world’s devoured her
So now she is free

Oh the waking world, the waking world’s devoured her
In her restless misery
And the waking world, the waking world’s devoured her
So now she is free …