he's fought with each eye   since the stars said goodbye   and the night's rest withheld   each morning provides   all the pain of the world   just his partner in crime   in cahoots with his heart   just to fuck with his mind      the curtains were drawn   the plot isn't thinning   the act is not done   it's only beginning   no comfort to read of   too tired to beat off   with each change of position   he's tearing the sheets off      as the solace stays hidden   the room catches light   he'll be stuck by himself   for at least one more night      ‘cause he's sleeping alone again   denying the light as the sun starts to creep   the fate of the world depends   on falling asleep   but if morning is going to be lonely   the fear and despair will likely replace   a dream that comes easily only   when filling that space      he's prone to repeat   all the same old mistakes   and it's hard to refute   the deserves what awaits   but his world's such a time bomb   ticking with greed   and we march to its rhythm   when we need need need      rocking on sea of distraction   cooking up a storm of inaction   absolutely dry of inspirtation   killing every moment like he's feeding on frustration