Not a good night for insomnia
The voices, they shout!
Disgraceful things.
I knew I should have locked
The door to their cage.
But they seem to know
How to pick the lock.
They cause mischief
Those mad little monsters.
You see, they dunno they aren't real
All they do is haunt the people
that stifle them
They need to feel heard
So they rattle the doors
Of their prisons
Drag the chains on floors
those loony voices that never shut up.