Mind Mutiny

There's a shadow inside my head. Drowns the moon when I go to bed. Tells me I won't wake up alive. So I just don't sleep at night. Instead, I flex the hobby kit. Build a world I see benefit. Model trains, model villages. Pretend these nights were different. It's spinning through me like a swarm of bees. Inciting my mind into mutiny, ah-ah. See my villagers in their homes. Sound asleep with their curtains closed. So I whisper into their ears. And force them awake with my fears. It's spinning through me like a swarm of bees. Inciting my mind into mutiny, ah-ah. Nobody is free from the tapestry. That they weave through their own minds. It's spinning through me like a swarm of bees. Inciting my mind into mutiny. Nobody is free from the tapestry they weave inside. So when I cover the moon and I wake The nights. I feel the pull slip. There's a shadow inside my head. Drowns the moon when I go to bed. Tells me I won't wake up alive. Strangles me when I close my eyes.