4 a.m. I'm still awake Before the dawn the Sandman will come with nightmares I won't let him in There's nothing in head Empty walls, empty bed I am just waiting Restless beats of heart and breathing break the silence I am still here
The absence of light Narrows my eyesight But still I see them It's not angels that sing And call me by my true name They have forsaken me
Dead tired but aware Sleep invites the demons, I am not prepared I have to stay awake There are monsters in my head On my walls, under my bed I am dying I am jaded, I am numb, I am counting on the sun Salvation to come