I close my eyes
And his image floats beside me
A sweaty toothed madman
With a stare that pounds my brain
His hands reach out and choke me
And all the time he's mumbling
Mumbling truth
Like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold
Push it, stretch it, it will never be enough
Kick it, beat it, it will never cover any of us
From the moment we enter crying
To the moment we leave dying
It'll cover your face
As you wail and cry and scream
- Ethan Hawke
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