Well I guess I still have my consciousness Left inside my head, it keeps me awake All these songs that make me cry I still try to sing them alone at night But I hate who i've become All these knots have come undone Well I found my home Deep inside your soul It was the blackest form At least it keeps me warm All these songs that I still write I still try to give them some sort of life But I hate who I've become All these knots have come undone I'm so bored inside my head (I'm sleeping, i'm sleeping) I'm sleeping, in my head I'm never going home At least that's what i'm told You called it, I've got a fear that's overwhelming You called it, I've got a fear that's overwhelming And I want you to know