Losing the Plot

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
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 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 stop 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
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 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 dimmed the lights 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
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 I am losing the plot