Twisting and Turning - Sheer Terror

Listen can you hear it too?

Or were you only passing through?

Deafening loud enough not to hear

It’s not there, but it’s here

Missed through the drafts going under the door

The closest I’ve been was lying on the floor

But it keeps on slipping

It keeps on slipping it keeps on slipping away

Wake up alone twisting and turning in bed

It’s been like this forever

Someone put out that light so I can get some rest at night

I’m blacking out, I’m blacking out

I’m blacking out I’m blacking out, I’m blacking out

Bathed in caffeine, cradled in nicotine, bedded in barbed-wire

Does anyone here know any lullabies?

Wake up alone in a pool of sweat

I’ve got a knife in my brain

Twisting and turning

Dry heaves, I can’t breathe

I can’t close my eyes

I jam my fingers right down my throat

Twisting and turning, I find the door, just like before

But like before, there’s no way out