Sound on, higher to drown
because the running and running
can ruin many nights
and make the morning that much tougher
insomnia is my lover, that i will never let go, i said
even my double homicide could not take your life.
drugs leave me on the ground, not even jump height
but the sound on would help me take flight.
an addiction to kill, i will not let go
i need the sound to juice me to fantasy
without it im stuck in the hell-reality
not even metaphors such as these could save my face.
sleep walking above my nightmares
because as long as i got the sound i dont need to come down.
but when the world hits you back
you are forced to get back on track
just what i needed, everything to kick my ass
so now i got a new addiction
gold to my brain, i cant get enough to sufice
with all my might i pull it into my life
and get high every chance i get
turn the sound off and now the running slows to a walk
eveythings so slow, and i havent been back to reality in weeks.
back in the days i would never sleep,
now in a way i will never wake.
or never sleep again, your perspective will tell
and i will never come down so dont even try
i dont care if it kills me , im staying up here now
try to come get me, i will throw you down.
this is my cloud, rain cant bring it down.
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