I´m having trouble trying to sleep
I´m counting sheep but running out
As time sticks by
And still i try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they are going to bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passes the point of delirium
On my own... here we go