When I'm starving for sleep, when I try but I can't seem to remember anything.

With hair from a dog, I've got a fistful of its mane.

It's too coarse to stomach, so I shove it down my throat.

A luck left me sanitary.

And now, Jesus Christ, I'm wrecked to bed for.

Watch me sleeping in the kevlar underwear.

to recall the dark, dark day of the day

as long as there's nothing I can do

I shot caught at the gates of hell

25 years and I've been trying to shake loose

and if I try to sit still

then someone's breathing down my neck

so I'm not losing myself again

I should shake myself out

and lay me down in the tundra

it's all like my fault, I strapped myself to my mouse now

Jesus Christ, I'm back to banding

watch me sleep in the kennel again

can you recall the dark, dark day that I hid away

as long as there's nothing I can do

as long as there's nothing I can do

as long as there's nothing I can do

as long as there's nothing I can do

as long as there's nothing I can do

as long as there's nothing I can do

Jesus Christ, I'm back to banding

watch me sleep in the kennel again

can you recall the dark, dark day that I hid away

as long as there's nothing I can do

as long as there's nothing I can do

as long as there's nothing I can do