Insomniac Lyrics

Minus Insomniac

The clock is taunting you.
The clock is looking at you.
It's going to get you baby,
it's going to push toward the void.
The dead is building up.
I can't close my eyes, I wait for my demise.
Sleep deprivation, sleep disorder.
The torture makes me wonder.
Insomnia, insomniac.