Insomnia Song
Bloom
Wide eyes watch the clock every night
I pray to the Sandman like he's my personal Christ
It's all against my will
And I won't sleep 'cause it's a thrill
Under the hot white moon
The hot white moon
I stay in gloom under the hot white moon
Still conscious but still technically dead
My only company are the voices inside my head
My body slowly slips into dread
Tripped on my laces but I'll smile instead