want the want

a whispered curse under his breath
a whispered prayer over a death
a sunrise blotted out by cloud
a mother sleeping by the shroud

a poison word that`s never said.
a simple frame above the bed.
a poison word will not deceive.
you don`t believe what you believe.

you want the want.
you want the want
(if it doesn`t kill you first
it might just drive you mad)

the vision doesn`t disappoint
the ghost is lighting up a joint
the fickle crowd has gone to sleep
you`re ready now to take the leap

you want the want.
you want the want.
you want the want.
you want the want.
(if it doesn`t kill you first
it might just drive you mad)