Picture this:
One-hundred million hallucinogens,
Twenty delusions for each one you take
And only one is close to the way things are
This is sleeping hungry
Goosebumps, cold sweats, and a crow circling your head cawing
Your jacket is stuffed with straw and grass and you post up in a mall scarecrowing
And you think your best course of action is to pose until the mall closes
This is sleeping hungry
Riffling through a thick book, nicking your finger every thirteenth page
The book is about hope and has a beautiful, uplifting message
But you bleed onto the page where the moral is spelled out
This is sleeping hungry