Sound asleep till right until day. frustrated desire turns you away. and turns you insane. over and over. you get to a point. to make it disappear. and you're always believing. and believing in fear. over and over. and over and over. and over and over. Marilyn Moore. it's always a headache the size of a tour truck. she's full of disorders depends what you're used to. she's talking of tranches of truncheons in battle. of bruises from bottles that never get better. bad baby bitching she screams at the door. hammer in hand & her head to the floor. Marilyn Moore.