sleep does not exist at all, my efforts are in vain
i strike a match to light a smoke, a whisper speaks my name
moonlight penetrates the shade, there´s an image up on the wall
what has entered by blackened world, a whisper makes its call
when you finally wake up, your memory won´t recall
what´s about to happen in this dark room, you will arise and that is all
thinking that it was just a thought, a trick i played on me
i laugh aloud but to myself, i could have sworn that i just screamed my head off
desperation gets me out, i gotta get some sleep
food, the late show never help, you don´t even bother counting sheep
back into my dark room where my thoughts all reign supreme
after my fourth cigarette that whisper´s getting mean
dead weight lies beside me, so i turn the other way
"your bed holds not security"
i heard the whisper say.