Twisting, turning, for sleep I am yearning Eyes staring into a yellowish ceiling For several days weeks and nights No trace of sleep has gone me by Biting, gnawing, pounding, grinding Tearing my tired mind to pieces Growing stronger, taking its toll Soon to grow way out of control She is the nameless one Always shedding her skin Changing paths, hiding her tracks Shredding the threads of light within Making me bleed for my sinful deed A savior of some kind I dearly need Visions of horror I wish to be blind Piece by piece I am losing my mind She is the nameless one Always shedding her skin Dead and rotten, buried and forgotten Dead and rotten Biting, gnawing, pounding, grinding Tearing my tired mind to pieces