When migraines pulse on temples on rough days
And purplish shadows lurk beneath red eyes
And clarity of mind turns to a daze
And fainting spells transpire to your surprise,
Remember that your chains can dissipate,
That spiders shall continue to evade
Your grasp regardless of their brethren's fate,
For certain cards are waiting to be played.
The Emperor of Time can surely cease
Till daybreak when you've rested up your bones.
Come lay your golden locks upon my knees
And listen to my dulcet, whispered tones:
"You must absorb within that stubborn head —
"Your body needs to go the fuck to bed."