Of mice and men: I done did so much, but didn’t age a day, Time dilation seems to be on my side today, Am I big or what? Am I up to date? Time violation I lose possession, my life away, I tend to move accurate, I tend to calculate, Can’t bear to lose my mystique or my masquerade I’m a nightcrawler on chandeliers throwing shattering plates Got all they snouts red now that I’m on Santa’s sleigh Just another cold winters night, lay my head near the vent I hear echos of a brotherhood of little mice, Scurrying into the less of light, its Morse code and white noise simultaneously they cry, To me it’s just a lullaby, To me it’s just a grain of rice I feed for fear that they might not survive, I hear the click of an unknown device, A metal trap would mean I wouldn’t sleep until I saw the morning sky