Welcome back, insomnia Ushered back into silence only
when everyone else is sleeping And 'cause the city is sleeping
No one ruthless is rushing to get to the front of the line, as usual
* 'Cause I am losing the plot I am grieving the end of superwomaning
I have laid down my cape As though I haven't risen like a phoenix from a thousand deaths
As though I have not been reborn to notice that my mission is not dead yet
I'm exhausted, Midas Reigniting a hunger that typically fuels those of us
Still searching for something outside ourselves 'Cause this city bears violence
And everybody is rushing to sob at the podium And thank for ones who loved and exploited well
( * )
The light at the end of the tunnel The one I have always prayed for is a train
At a hundred miles per hour And it promises to break my bones if I don't stand still
Rip my heart out, ambition mill or bust With my relevance in dust
( * )
And I can't keep it up Though the fire is not out yet I am losing the plot