More than a disease, insomnia's my way of life.
The thing that fuels me to write,
So I grab my pen once again and pledge my plight.
Since I'm up, let me talk to you Lord,
Got some things to address before I head to the morgue.
Please help me to be less anti
A guy who cares, who's sincere in his eyes.
A guy full of life, not one who died,
Grant me this wish before I plummet into the sky.
Lord, I'm just an average Joe, I need a way out,
Push some buttons for your son, I need an escape route.
I pray Lord, when I become too attached,
The only thing I'm left with is one more scratch,
One more scar, as I stand there and resist the fight,
If I keep this up and I'll have the Passion of the Christ.
I pray Lord, don't leave, you're all I have now
Besides me and these thoughts that I jot down.
Please rid me of these demons in my head,
The voices won't even let me lay in bed.
Take me away Lord, I can't take it, not anymore
If I'm living to die, what am I fighting for?
No more crossroads, now there's only one aisle,
There always was, me alone on an isle.
If worst comes to worst, I might just...I'll
Call up an old friend, I have the Grim Reaper on speed dial.
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