The night beckons me Distress within the sheets Oh, irony I come here for rest but I'm stricken of peace In twilight, they're awakened Their shrouds become undone Within my psyche, escaped With no sight of the sun So Father take my hands and block my eyes For I'd rather they be burned in Hell than I Revelations of myself that I despise Into deepened slumber, they arise Messages wished undelivered Thoughtless temper-fueled decisions Deception by lust envisioned Actions of selfish intention Demons dwell within me Dormant, yet they dictate In rest, their hopes come alive I toss and turn, unable to slumber My conscience and my desires asunder The night beckons me Distress within the sheets Oh, irony I come here for rest but I'm stricken of peace Oh, irony It's as if thoughts I've tried to hide Are now depicted through subconscious Stimulated visions of their darkness I've lost all control What is the essence of guilt? Who's plaything am I? Set flame to all that I've built For it was only for I Only for I The night beckons me Distress within the sheets Oh, irony I come here for rest but I'm stricken of peace These devils within me perturbing my sleep