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Sure that every man's a mortal-
Every man's a mortal
Should be feeling safe and sound
But I am nearly thirteen feet below the ground
Listening to my cardiac murmur
Sirens in my head - then silence of the heart
Where was in '69 and where will I be in 2055?
I got the Catalepsia, I got a Catalepsia,
I got the Catalepsia, My round-about
I got the Catalepsia, I got a Catalepsia,
I got the Catalepsia, It's a round oath
I am drowning in the wild waves-
They all are white graves
I can't feel the sand no more
Soon I will be rocking on the ocean floor
Deadly traffic accident-
My seat and soul crushed at the impact of the car
Evil growing about syncope
And all do is hoping that my heart can cope
I got the Catalepsia, I got a Catalepsia,
I got the Catalepsia, My round-about
I got the Catalepsia, I got a Catalepsia,
I got the Catalepsia, It's a round oath
For some folks it's Karma, mama
But they never live to tell
I think I know split-second-pain too well
I got the Catalepsia, I got a Catalepsia,
I got the Catalepsia, My round-about
I got the Catalepsia, I got a Catalepsia,
I got the Catalepsia, It's a round oath
I got the Catalepsia, I got a Catalepsia,
I got the Catalepsia, My round-about
I got the Catalepsia, I got a Catalepsia,
I got the Catalepsia, It's a round oath