Hiss of the Insects

Brain waves sucking into the air
Mystified and succumbed to despair
Night lights of wisdom coming
The hiss of the insects is humming

Eyes tired and tried to look
Not so hungry when you got the hook
Spin and sell the wild world
Windows tinted at every turn

Flightless as a broken butterfly
Answer the questions after life
Such is existence, mundane
Make it amusing by being profane

Thunder and frightening
The mouth to hell is widening
Play it cool, I own my sanity
Tell them to hold on so god's not mad at me

Spiraling down into heaven
Shame is such an underrated weapon
Alright, cold hearted woman
Stay down or bite the bullet

Mighty wind take me down
Barbed wire rosary crown
The light of life, make it hinder
I sure miss sanity, I sure miss her