Woorden: Mustard Plug. Big Daddy Multitude. Insomnia.

Close my eyes but I
can't shake my head. Still not over those words
you said, tossin' and turnin' rolling in the night. She's tying knots,
seems that nothing is right. Sweat on my brow, my adrenaline's
flowing, eyes burning red, my anxiety's growing. As soon as I'm
asleep, it will be tomorrow, and that just fills my head full of sorrow.
Insomnia's got the best of me, I've got no choice but to stare at the
ceiling. Insomnia has a hold on me, you don't even know the stress I'm
feeling.
Clock on the wall's moving faster and faster, your voice in my mind
like a broken record. Tossing and turning, rolling in the night. She's

tying knots, seems that nothing is right. Feeling my heart, pounding
like a drum, reminding me again that my day was too long. Drank all my
wine that my cuboard is bare, still no escape from this waking
nightmare.
Insomnia's got the best of me, I've got no choice but to stare at the
ceiling. Insomnia has a hold on me, you don't even know the stress I'm
feeling.