Some relationships are very educational.

The Sleep of Reason
© Allison Lonsdale 1999
Live at Lestat's, Disc Two, Track 4

Hello, hello, hello -- I am waking from the sleep of reason
It slides in slick as you please
With the faintest taste of recreationals

Hello, hello, hello -- I am waking from a dream of the senses
The taste was not as good as the tease
And the land was ugly where the map was beautiful

        I'm awake and the world has got sharp edges
        But I myself am not exactly dull
        I'm awake and the world has got no mercy
        But I myself am somewhat less than merciful
        Because some things have never been negotiable

Hello, hello, hello -- I am throwing up the poisonous candy
Yes I swallowed it voluntarily
Because it tasted so like memory

Hello, hello, hello -- I am dining on cold consequences
Boy, don't talk to me about sin
Why did I let trash like you in?

            You can talk about redemption if you like the sound of your own lies
            You can try to sell me anything but you are not coming home again

Hello, hello, hello -- I've been talking with the ghost in the mirror
She knows too much about suffering
But she does not surrender for anything

Hello, hello, hello -- I've learned a little too much about you
It feels sticky like incest
It feels sick like my past

        I'm awake and the world stinks of corruption
        But I myself am not exactly pure
        I'm awake and the world is all uncertainty
        But I myself am somewhat less than sure
        Not about your sickness, boy, but about the nature of the cure

            You can talk about redemption if you like the sound of your own lies
            You can try to sell me anything but you are not coming home again
            You can talk about redemption if you like the sound of your own lies
            You can try to sell me anything but you are not coming home

            Hello, hello, hello