I keep myself awake at night    I try to stop, but I can't fight    That voice that whispers ceaselessty    The one that only talks to me    It tells me what I have to fear    It spits its venom in my ear    It calculates and carefully    Enumerates its strategies    Round and round its loves and hates    It endlessly reiterates    It never stops, I've never heard    The silence of that final word       But I've got to stop talking, I can't stop talking    There is no stopping a brain that keeps talking    I know it's not healthy, I know it's not true    I don't even know who I'm talking to    But I can't stop talking, I've got to stop talking    All night and all day I have something to say    I drone on and on, though I know it's not true    I've got to stop talking, I'm not talking to you       The truth around my tongue is curled    A chain of words that binds the world    In a fever, all I    Is captured in my commentary    The why, the who, the where, the when    Let me repeat them all agai n    And then again my voice will sing    The praises of it's babbling    The arguments that I dissect    Are lucid, cogent and correct    And if you foolishly object    I'll Gram each word back down you neck       (chorus)       If I'm the talker, here's the thing -    Just who the hell is listening?    And if I am not tongue but ears    Then whos voice is it that I hear?    I swallow, choke, and clear my throat    Here comes another anecdote    A narrative of restlessness    Of what's been done and what is next    Does it love me, does it not?    Will this seduction never stop?    Hear the clacking parrot's beak    That speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks