Cobra

Never meant for all of this But here I stand Looking down the precipice What's my name? And why would that be wrapped in cellophane? Have I gone insane? All I get from your stories Is that you should never stare down the abyss Well, I think setting fire down the Morrey Lane Let me just explain I have gone insane All wrapped up in cellophane I have gone insane But I feel much better 'Cause it's getting closer I have gone insane All wrapped up in cellophane Passing by the window panes But I feel much better 'Cause it's getting closer I have gone insane All wrapped up in cellophane Passing by the window panes But I feel much better 'Cause it's getting closer Have I gone insane? I have gone insane Have I gone insane? But I feel much stronger 'Cause the rising fever