Welcome back, insomnia Ushered back into silence only when everyone else is sleeping And ´cause the city is sleeping No one ruthless is rushing to get to the front of the line, as usual
´Cause I am losing the plot I am grieving the end of superwomaning I have laid down my cape As though I haven´t risen like a phoenix from a thousand deaths As though I have not been reborn to notice that my mission is not dead yet
I´m exhausted, Midas Reigniting a hunger that typically fuels those of us Still searching for something outside ourselves ´Cause this city bears violence And everybody is rushing to sob at the podium And thank for ones who loved and exploited well
I am losing the plot
I am grieving the end of superwomaning I have laid down my cape As though I haven´t risen like a phoenix from a thousand deaths As though I haven´t been reborn to notice that my mission is not dead yet
The light at the end of the tunnel The one I have always prayed for is a train At a hundred miles per hour And it promises to break my bones if I don´t stand still Rip my heart out, ambition mill or bust With my relevance in dust
And I am losing the plot I am grieving the end of superwomaning I have laid down my cape
As though I haven´t risen like a phoenix from a thousand deaths As though I haven´t been reborn to notice that my mission is not dead As though this fame and pressure has not been a vice around my head As though my heart has not kept all my cynicism under the mattress
And I can´t keep it up Though the fire is not out yet I am losing the plot