I slip beneath these covers
And cover up my head
Try and give these fucked up thoughts
A much needed rest
My eyes are closed in the darkness
And yet, I still see everything
All except some peace and clarity
It's all right in front of me

*Chorus*
All these demons in my head
Everything I've done and said
Oh, nothing but regrets
My self-image is blood red
'Cause blue, it went past grey
Pitch black can't be far away
Where, oh, where is the sun?
'Cause I've got lots of ideas
But no good ones

So, I get up and I just pace
All around this ice, cold floor
Insomnia, my past, or madness
I can't tell them apart anymore
All these cigarettes I'm smoking
They're stinking up the air
But they're roses compared to my mind
It wants to burn while I'm in there

*Repeat Chorus*

Oh, a reason for another day
Though, the pain is on display
Why can't it just be done?
Oh, I've got lots of ideas
But one good one

fucking brilliant... I love it!