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
