Turning, turning, I'm having trouble sleeping. Stirring, wheezing, I'm having problems breathing. Awake in the middle of the night, a silence so profound
your breath turns to gasps a million 'I told you so`s' will weigh upon your shoulders as the spite drips from my tongue I will curse your very existence
lanes There's a shadow that dwells inside your head Within mine as well Turns our lives into a living hell Like a curse and a spell I' ve been drifting
In our greed for strength and power The curse is lasting on us all Now there's nowhere left to turn Storms destroy the landscapes Woods and fields drift
beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves DUNCED Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin' Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin' Let a sucker drift
nothin', and alone So I pour another drink and take a hit And I wonder where the smoke goes And I'm feeling more and more like less and less As I curse
could'nt make it. Cuz she caught a damn cold and her whole body's aching. And I feel kind of nervous, butterfly's in my stomach. But I drift off to sleep