I rarely sleep, not from any health disorder
When I do, I have nightmares, not dreams
From all of my memories and anger inside
The path to my future is discord, uncharted
I can't be free, torment burns like gasoline
My drink of choice is iced tea and cyanide
And soon I'll sleep for good, I'll die a martyr
My life was a tragedy, sent back in disgrace
I needed to realize my folly, just embrace
Eternity has been calling, I want the taste
