'Deep' Inside Insanity

Deep inside insanity, i must often rise and look around it. Room after room each face, lies uncovered helped along by each mouth so red, i can not feed. And where there are full lips, my eyes they pop out as if you squeezed them. They are moving, without sound. Moving back and forth, up and down my shadow skirts from room to room, how it slides across them all. And we hear them and it takes more so much more, of an effort, not to spread them out too far, one cries. While I'm pulled up and down through long and dark, warm musky halls, in one last push deep inside of insanity while every one we met before looks on.