Never sleep, not too deep, night or day Never think, let your brain cells all decay Try. Try. Control yourself, try to shut your eyes Boiling, itching, dead night screaming Hallucinate your life before you die Go back and walk alone Come, and be my puppet my Son, and when you are Done, go back to walk with the Dead, go back to walk with the Not alive, not quite right in the head Yes you breathe, but you can just as well be dead Lost. Lost. "Where am I?" what's that rancid smell? It's you that smells of old decay Don't sleep, lose grip, just slip into my hell Go back and walk alone Come, and be my puppet my Son, and when you are Done, go back to walk with the Dead, go back to walk with the Around you walk for miles with a feeling of regret Not knowing why you hold the gun and ask "am I dead yet"? Over dose on your sleeping pills Bow your head, obey to my will Slip away and drown in the dream Bleeding eyes wake up to the scream Can't hang on, losing grip, you are up Oh the joy, it's another sleepless night Stop. Stop. Stop the scream, can't handle anymore Pick up the knife, and end my life I'm cutting deep, oh sweet death here I Come, and be my puppet my Son, and when you are Done, go back to walk with the Dead, go back to walk with the dead