Visions throught the smokescreen
And a ringing in my ears
With a vague and haunting whisper
That's not all that it appears
The greenish glow says midnight
And I should go back to bed
But I know no sleep is coming
With this fog inside my head
When the gloom begins dispersing
Into misty breaks of form
There's a delicate peace treaty
Just the calm before the storm
And just when I am hoping
To lie down again and rest
The messge is made clear to me
And this is not a test