The night beckons me
Distress within the sheets
Oh, irony
I come here for rest but I′m stricken of peace

In twilight, they're awakened
Their shrouds become undone
Within my psyche, escaped
With no sight of the sun

So Father take my hands and block my eyes
For I′d rather they be burned in Hell than I
Revelations of myself that I despise
Into deepened slumber, they arise

Messages wished undelivered
Thoughtless temper-fueled decisions
Deception by lust envisioned
Actions of selfish intention
Demons dwell within me
Dormant, yet they dictate
In rest, their hopes come alive

I toss and turn, unable to slumber
My conscience and my desires asunder
The night beckons me
Distress within the sheets
Oh, irony
I come here for rest but I'm stricken of peace

Oh, irony

It's as if thoughts I've tried to hide
Are now depicted through subconscious
Stimulated visions of their darkness
I've lost all control

What is the essence of guilt?
Who's plaything am I?
Set flame to all that I've built
For it was only for I
Only for I

The night beckons me
Distress within the sheets
Oh, irony
I come here for rest but I'm stricken of peace
These devils within me perturbing my sleep