Testo No Sense

Nights full ofhowling in my head,I'm trying to adjust the position in my bed,Raging, turning, waiting for the sleep,It wouldn't come, I'm losing it.Through the darkness to the other side,I developed wings, I'm flying high,Floating through a bright contageous ooze,There's noone below me - it's such a pleasant cruise.I'm getting somewhere, getting nowhere,Riding wrong trains, breaking wrong chains,Pretty honest, pretty phoney,Saying wrong prayers, cheering wrong players.Nights full of howling in my head,Promises broken but I'm not all that sad.Voices evicted before even produced,Stuck in someone else's throat - it's really cruel.Bullshit idols shrunk six inches tall -Decapitated symbols of the Empire's fall.Crippled tycoons shaped by the silver screen -I'm really excited 'cause I know the scheme!