I want to hide away and cry But it seems my eyes have both run dry A bright spot in this haze of black Would give me nothing but a heart attack A heart attack might wake me up But I'd just drink from your poisoned cup Then I could go back to sleep And be within the angels' keep "The angels' keep, or the demons'?" you say It matters not to me either way As long as I don't have to wake And I shall be all yours, for the take