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at exactly 2 am the bedsheets imprint my face
a wasteland of clothes my room is in dismay
i am tunneling towards a catastrophy
eyes worn heavily as if sleep immortality
so if i fall asleep its a murderscene
playin over and over the lies i cannot keep
but from the truth can i always run
chances of survival are slim to none
and throughout the house its dead silent
the movement of a clock is a noise so tyrant
worn dead i knew they'd never disguise
that lying on this bed brought lies like knives
insomnia dont know to do
dont have a fuckin clue
now my body's tingling and going numb
quenching my thirst in shots of robitusm
ceiling staring and my aggravation
collide head on with sleep deprevation
so i can now dream i am james dean
but what puts my to sleep is sweet norma jean
a wasteland of clothes my room is in dismay
i am tunneling towards a catastrophy
eyes worn heavily as if sleep immortality
so if i fall asleep its a murderscene
playin over and over the lies i cannot keep
but from the truth can i always run
chances of survival are slim to none
and throughout the house its dead silent
the movement of a clock is a noise so tyrant
worn dead i knew they'd never disguise
that lying on this bed brought lies like knives
insomnia dont know to do
dont have a fuckin clue
now my body's tingling and going numb
quenching my thirst in shots of robitusm
ceiling staring and my aggravation
collide head on with sleep deprevation
so i can now dream i am james dean
but what puts my to sleep is sweet norma jean