Have you ever been in a situation that was noisy by all means? Life was going on you and you saw was steam. The faces and voices all meant so well. Yet, your life was a corner of hell. Open wounds and bloody tunes, I chase the night away.Burden down and gather round, this is what I say. Insomnia, insomnia what must I do? It floats around my body, and uses me for the muse. I harbor ill will, I curse it's very meaning. Oh hell I wish I had a Bloody Mary? That's a drink right? I wouldn't know, for I'm shackled down to my toes. Blah blah blah! I can't sleep!