Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Insomnia, artist - The Procussions. Album song The Procussions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.09.2013
Record label: The Procussions
Song language: English
Insomnia |
| 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 |