Insomnia, I [bad word] thee 

In the nights I see the world bleed
In my dreams I have to hide
I cannot close the door to this mystique place 

My eyes blinded by the misery
Never I felt so much fear
It seems that I'm already in [bad word] 

Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard 

Insomnia is the key to my life
I don't want to see the world behind this thin curtain
Which separates conscience from sleep 

In my back the knife is getting near
This could be my last breath
But somewhere I must find the door to morning 

This time, if my senses are awake
I may pass the tin line into safety
But tomorrow it starts again 

Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard 

Insomnia is the key to my life
I don't want to see the world behind this thin curtain
Which separates conscience from sleep