On my journey into sleep I hold
A little bag which holds a tiny phone
I hold a spray of GNT to bomb
My arteries as wide as a mother’s thumb
Yet I’d like to go in naked form
Trusting in the darkness as a balm
Before all, this I loved my naked flesh
That with my loved one I might be enmeshed
Now I seem in danger from myself
My own heart is severed from its wealth
Migraine of the heart can lead to death
Through my artery I express wrath
What other mysteries can my body know?
Thank God,I only signed for Pay and Go
How my heart sings 