Woorden: Nine Horses. Serotonin.

I kick the sheets
Until they rise like
Mountain ranges at my feet

I'm in the dark
God only knows the torment
Writ large upon my heart

What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?

It comes to this
I'm only sure of things
I know now don't exist

There's no precision
I'm inside outside in
I want subdivision

And all of this
Fills my aching head, I hate this space
The luxury hotel bed

Oh dear, oh me, oh my
Got to concentrate
Just to keep from trying

Oh dear, oh me, oh my
Got to concentrate
Just to keep from trying

Don't lose it
Things move rapidly
Don't lose it
Try to maintain composure

Don't lose it
The dead are haunting me
Out with it
Out with it, let's get it over

What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?

What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?

What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?

I'm thoroughly wasted
My mind's hallucinating
Lucidity

It's over sensitized
And something's
Moving on the periphery

What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?

What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?