Safe in bed, then a catastrophic glimpse
The ghostly man howls, shaking the mist
I peak out and suddenly out in the darkest of halls
The silence grows loud and the darkness so light
The gully of shit calls from deep in the night
Another question raised
But I dare not to ask
I know for a fact they put moose piss inside my flask
My skin is so itchy, my muscles so tight
I've lost control of my thoughts and there's sand in my eyes
The road was once in front, I was on it, I could feel its warmth
The ambitions, the connections, the love and hope making me whole
The gully of shit is always hungry
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