Album: Underneath the Owl
Awake on a worn out mattress
Hard, comfortless
No matter which way my body lay
I feel, I feel the change to lose consciousness exist
Only for a moment
Then like the click of a metronome I turn, I turn
Turn on the TV
Commercials for girls with low self-esteem
I'm uneasy
So I turn it off again
Can't make my thoughts stop sprinting
Can't pick out another song
Not to refrain from its pounding rhythm
Give worry a beat so it can march along
My heart throbs a pulse I can feel it
Might as well be a punch in the chest
Screaming wake up, wake up
What mistakes did you make
Completely exhausted, entirely awake
Counting sheep
Constantly bleating (wake up, wake up)
No sign of sleep, no chance for relief
From closeted skeletons telling me
Eloquent lies on repeat
Every defeat in my mind
4 million times
with perfect precision decisions must be analyzed
And I wait, wide awake
Concentrate on my breathing
Glow stars on the ceiling dissipate
Counting minutes till the sun comes up
And I hear the hymn of garbage trucks, till then
I'll be counting sheep
Constantly bleating (wide awake)
No sign of sleep, no chance for relief
From closeted skeletons telling me
Eloquent lies on repeat
Every defeat in my mind
4 million times
with perfect precision decisions must be analyzed
(Somna-somnambulance)