Freak midnight hour, clock strikes nearly twelve
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I beare no hope inside this barren mind which aches
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As it can't get no sleep
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Eyes closed I reach for a dream,
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But something bulls me back
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In pressure one can't rest
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And there still are enemies to resist
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In every corner voices, whispers, haunting screams
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And pale despair
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Inside this head, there's a war that awakes
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As the rest of the world exhausts
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This night will bring no change
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To what it's been for ages now
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Awake, insane
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One minute an hour
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One hour a day
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In every move there's a glimpse of end
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A last goodbye, final farewell
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I may be awake,
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But take my word, that's all there is...
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I see myself a broken man in the mirror's crack
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A wretch, just this I'm asking for
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Spare me as I can't take no more
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Sleep
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throne of chaos |