People and why struggle and
It's about sin,
it's karma.
I can't get no sleep.
If you know the words.
I used to worry,
thought I was going mad in a hurry,
getting stressed,
making excess mess,
in darkness,
no electricity,
something's all over me,
greasy,
insomnia,
please release me and let me dream of
making mad love to my girl on the heat.
Tearing off tights with my teeth,
but there's no release,
no peace.
I toss and turn without cease.
Open my eyes, open my eyes, rise like yeast.
At least a couple of weeks since I last slept,
kept taking sleepers.
But now I keep myself pecked,
deeper still,
the night I write about candlelight,
I find
inside fundamental movements.
So when it's black,
this insomniac,
take an original crack,
keep the beast in my nature
under Caesar's attack.
I'll get no sleep.
Open,
I can't get no sleep.
I can't get no sleep.
No sleep.
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