Текст песни Insomnia - The Procussions

Insomnia, my lady by my side I got my arm on her
The night is like my mistress and she dont like what this is
If she did Id get along with her
Her body burns into that night fire
Set up camp so I can write by her
Hoping theres a chance I can do right by her
Sometimes the hurt in me is so consuming
I loose myself in the security of false illusions
Until I slip into that bed
With my eyes up on the ceiling and my arm under her head
Thanking God for every feeling
Even those that went dead
At night they come alive and fight inside my head
Did I really think I was going to rap forever?
My mistress, she breaks the day
I hear her say now put that back together
What am I fighting for cant tell tonight from the night before
All I know is that Ive been writing more
My ladys eyes could steal the might from Thor
When their open she got me broken
Like I have never seen the light before
But they are closed now so I am closed down
Back to the unrest protest and being hosed down
Questions in my mind they echo in this ghost town
What is hers, what is mine nobody knows now
Questions in my mind, they echo in this ghost town
What is hers, what is mine, nobody knows now
Two alone, one awake writing these flows down
We make the most noise when there is no sound
I wonder if in death Ill be forgiven
For the times I never gave my best when I was living
Maybe its odd but Im afraid of God
So many hurt me in His name
Shame I dont know who to blame it on
Waste of time trying to find them
The fear is my own
Space and time facing the sky
Where is the line drawn?
And if I find it, will I know which side that Im on?
Too many times I picked a side and they said Im wrong
But these are bygones and I am lying on my bed
Like a lion on the lawn with a fire in my head
And this iron in my palm writing songs
For every day short there is a night long
Insomnia, my lady by my side and I am armed with her
My mistress sees the dawn and knows that Ill be gone with her
By morning the skies forming wanting me to lie with her
I touch my ladies thigh and hope that God will let me die with her
Her eyes are closed now so I am closed down
Back to the unrest protest and being hosed down
Questions in my mind they echo in this ghost town
What is hers, what is mine, nobody knows now
Two alone, one awake writing these flows down
We make the most noise when there is no sound