It's 3AMAnd I am laying wide-awakeAnd I can't sleep for the noise inside my headThe world vibratingWith a cruel cacophonyFlooded with the thoughts my mind has bledThe restless furorOf a thousand racing thoughtsSwarms around me like a vulture circles preyIn the darknessNo one else can hear a soundBut I am deafened by this ceaseless disarrayI could scream myself to sleepIf it would shatter the illusionBut I can't give in to thisIt's the noise that makes me humanWaking lifeLike a movie on a screenRunning backwards as the film starts to unthreadA wall of violenceBounding forward through the peaceWith no regard for what might lie aheadAn infestationOf arbitrary thoughtWashes over me in paralyzing wavesMy defensesBattered by the driving stormIsolated - waiting to be savedI could scream myself to sleepIf it would shatter the illusionBut I can't give in to thisIt's the noise that makes me humanIt's much too lateAnd I am slowly losing groundA prisoner to the noise inside my headDisconnectedI am trapped within myselfHeld captive by a tide that never ebbsI could scream myself to sleepIf it would shatter the illusionBut I can't give in to thisIt's the noise that makes me human
