Sleep, sleep, sleep, go to sleep.
Who are you that saps me of life?
I used to think it was the booze, it made me sleepy.
Then it was work, the long hours and the ride physically exhausted me.
It's neither.
What is it that makes me feel so?
Why do I choose unconsciousness at the first chance I get?
What weighs so heavy on my body and mind?
...why do I ask questions to which deep down I know the answer?
I used to think it was the booze, it made me sleepy.
Then it was work, the long hours and the ride physically exhausted me.
It's neither.
What is it that makes me feel so?
Why do I choose unconsciousness at the first chance I get?
What weighs so heavy on my body and mind?
...why do I ask questions to which deep down I know the answer?