she said I've come to save you from yourself, don't you see,
and I said well that's been tried, it didn't work out so perfectly;
she said just close your eyes, relax, and listen to me,
listen only to me, listen only to me, listen only to me;
I guess that's the moment that I was paralyzed,
listening to that voice, and looking into those eyes;
she had come to save me alright, from the soot that lines the night,
but of her real mission, she said not a word;
although as I drifted off to sleep, I know that I heard:
now who will save you, who will save you from me?
listen only to me, listen only to me, listen only to me.
January 21, 2009.
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