I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep [bad word] out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb [bad word] 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
crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go