| My lady by my side I got my arm on her
|
| The night is like my mistress and she don’t like what this is
|
| If she did I’d get along with her
|
| Her body burns into that night fire
|
| Set up camp so I can write by her
|
| Hoping there’s 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 can’t tell tonight from the night before
|
| All I know is that I’ve been writing more
|
| My lady’s eye’s 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 I’ll be forgiven
|
| For the times I never gave my best when I was living
|
| Maybe it’s odd but I’m afraid of God
|
| So many hurt me in His name
|
| Shame I don’t 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 I’m on
|
| To many times I picked a side and they said I’m 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 see’s the dawn and knows that I’ll 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Insomnia , by - The Procussions. Song from the album The Procussions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп