stood down

So.
Here I am.
I'm stained with gore to the elbows.
And I'm smiling.

stood down, tapped out, I'm not addicted to breath -
strapped in, no air, I think I'm floating to death,
Coz there are nights, yeah, where I'm a thunderstorm.
There are days, no, when I'm terrified.

Sweet Hysteria, will you visit me?
Come in the night and omit me?
Oh,
There's only time and will and want.
So here I am.

I've tracked dirt into your house.
I have come to wake you up.
I've tracked dirt into your house.
I have come to wake you up.
It is dark,
and I am grey,
So sleep, baby,
sleep the day away.

I don't mind the smell of copper.
I don't need to have a cause.
You feed a fascination,
but there's always scrabbling claws.
So sleep, baby, sleep.
My hands are scrubbed red-raw!
But there's always been a darkness.

There's not enough to keep me pale /and/ warm.