Nightly Disease, Pt. II

There is a hole in the night that the city keeps travelling round

There is a hole in the roof where the ego comes down

There is a hole in the closet where the coats go to fly

There is a hole in the closet where noisy cats go to die

I step away from the window

I am struck by a nightly disease

Something has been coming

For a long time it's been crawling

Out of pitch-black and expanding seas

It's clearly headed in my direction

I am strong but I need protection

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There is a hole in my heart tonight

Ah there were times when I had just one eye

It took a field to fly and a bird to cry

Or just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand

Just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand

That sort of memory is no match for my poisonous pen

Big, bad, boy approaches the mirror

With a dead black bird in his bad-fingered hand

Hand extended in my direction

I am strong but I need protection

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Just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand