4 a.m. I'm still awake 
Before the dawn the Sandman [bad word] with nightmares 
I won't let him in 
There's nothing in head 
Empty walls, empty bed 
I am just waiting 
Restless beats of heart and breathing break the silence 
I am still here 

The absence of light 
Narrows my eyesight 
But still I see them 
It's not angels that sing 
And call me by my [bad word] name 
They have forsaken me 

Dead tired but aware 
Sleep invites the demons, I am not prepared 
I have to stay awake 
There are monsters in my head 
On my walls, under my bed 
I am dying 
I am jaded, I am numb, I am counting on the sun 
Salvation [bad word]