insomnia my lady by my side i got my arm on her the night is like my mistress and she dont like what this is if she did id get along with her her body burns into that night fire set up camp so i can write by her hoping theres 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 cant tell tonight from the night before all i know is that ive been writing more my ladys eyes 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 ill be forgiven for the times i never gave my best when i was living maybe its odd but im afraid of god so many hurt me in his name shame i dont 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 im on to many times i picked a side and they said im 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 sees the dawn and knows that ill 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