Documentaries and conspiracy theories keep me awake
All the stories of the dead from the past make me shake

I lie awake hearing about cruelty around the world
It makes me shudder and squirm
I want to stop but I can't
I'm a morbid book worm

I want you here with me, Martha my dear
Make these visions of heads dissapear

I need to be with the ones I love
Even the ones I'm in love at
I'm so fond of sleeping
But I don't want to die for that

I watch you across the black jungle
Of lights and sound and drum and music
Wish you goodnight
Wish you would love me
Wish you goodnight

I wonder what demons will appear as soon as I close my eyes
Maybe some truths are better as lies