Got these visions inside my head
Trying to sleep
Tossing turning all around in my bed
Wrestle for peace
I'm running with a hundred pounds of lead
Chained to my feet
Sinking deeper in a sea of dread
Facing defeat

Wake now
Having a reverie
Visceral dormancy
Wake now
Reveling heavily
Settling steadily
Wade out
Tied to the tide
Letting it rise
Fade out

There's a factory inside of my brain
Manufactures it all
Takes the things that really drive me insane
Rolls them into a ball
Then they soak the ball in gasoline
Wait until I fall
Asleep and waiting for the fatal flame
That makes the bomb go off
Break down

Lay down

Space out

Fade out