Nov 12, 2005 05:56
Influenza killed the queen
She ate the broche of the duke
Why can’t I find my answers?
I look in the box marked questions
Who is next in line to receive your fleeting expiration?
I found the answers
Got them from the owls spots
They tell me you must be lost
Inside of your own mind
For that is the only way to go insane
From a kiss
You must be mad
Now go to the asylum
And meet the insanity that you have brought unto me