4.48 Psychosis

But you have friends

What do you offer your friends

To make them so supportive?

What do you offer?

100, 91, 84, 81, 72, 69, 58

44, 37, 38, 42, 21, 28, 12, 7

And hatch opens, stark light

The television talks full of eyes

The spirits of sight

And now I am so afraid

I?m seeing things, I?m hearing things

I don?t know who I am

Tongue out, thought stalled

The piecemeal crumple of my mind

Where do I start? Where do I stop?

How do I start? How do I stop?

How do I stop? How do I stop?

At 4:48 when sanity visits

For one hour and twelve minutes

I am in my right mind

When it has passed I shall be gone again

Remember the light

And believe the light

Nothing matters more

Hatch opens, stark light

A table, two chairs and no window

Here am I and there is my body

Dancing on glass

In accident time

Where there are no accidents

You have no choice

The choice comes after

Cut out my tongue

Tear out my hair

Cut off my limbs

But leave my love

I would rather have lost my legs

Pulled out my teeth

Gouged down my eyes

Than lost my love

At 4:48 I shall sleep

What do you offer?

Hatch opens, stark light

And nothing, nothing

See nothing

Still black water as deep as forever

As cold as the sky, as still as my heart

When your voice is gone

I shall freeze in hell

At 4:48, my happy hour

When clarity visits

Warm darkness

Which soaks my eyes