I'mhaving trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running 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 there gonna bleed
Dried up and buldging out my skull
My mouth is dry my face is num
Folk tappers balding in my room
On my own here we go

My mind is set on over-drive
The clock is laughing in my face
The crooked spine my fence is dull
As step by on delirium
On my own here we go

My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and buldging out my skull
My mouth is dry my face is num
Folk tappers balding in my room
On my own here we go