Insomnia - The Procussions

My lady by my side I got my arm on her

The night is like my mistress and she don’t like what this is

If she did I’d get along with her

Her body burns into that night fire

Set up camp so I can write by her

Hoping there’s a chance I can do right by her

Sometimes the hurt in me is so consuming

I loose myself in the security of false illusions

Until I slip into that bed

With my eyes up at the ceiling and my arm under her head

Thanking God for every feeling

Even those that went dead

At night they come alive and fight inside my head

Did I really think I was going to rap forever

My mistress she breaks the day

I hear her say now put that back together

What am I fighting for can’t tell tonight from the night before

All I know is that I’ve been writing more

My lady’s eye’s could steal the might from Thor

When their open she got me broken

Like I have never seen the light before

But they are closed now so I am closed down

Back to the unrest protest and being hosed down

Questions in my mind they echo in this ghost town

What is hers and what is mine nobody knows now

Questions in my mind they echo in this ghost town

What is hers and what is mine nobody knows now

Two alone one awake writing these flows down

We make the most noise when there is no sound

I wonder if in death I’ll be forgiven

For the times I never gave my best when I was living

Maybe it’s odd but I’m afraid of God

So many hurt me in His name

Shame I don’t know who to blame it on

Waste of time trying to find them

The fear is my own

Space and time facing the sky

Where is the line drawn

And if I find it will I know which side that I’m on

To many times I picked a side and they said I’m wrong

But these are bye gones and I am lying on my bed

Like a lion on the lawn with a fire in my head

And this iron in my palm writing songs

For every day short there is a night long

Insomnia my lady by my side and I am armed with her

My mistress see’s the dawn and knows that I’ll be gone with her

By morning the skies forming wanting me to lie with her

I touch my ladies thigh and hope that God will let me die with her

Her eyes are closed now so I am closed down

Back to the unrest protest and being hosed down

Questions in my mind they echo in this ghost town

What is hers and what is mine nobody knows now

Two alone one awake writing these flows down

We make the most noise when there is no sound