Insomnia

When the darkness brings the cold,

To draw me under,

I am caught between,

The chapters of a dream,

Something is reaching out and,

My entire world is crumbling,

And it whispers that I am,

The chosen one…，

Can you hear me…?

When the night begins to fall,

I watch the shadows growing tall,

Feeding my insomnia,

Like a fly on the wall,

I’m asleep but wide awake，

A nightmare on repeat,

In the haze I sense,

The purpose of my soul,

We are all born to leave a,

Scar deep in the hearts of many,

But can I really trust that I’m，

The chosen one,

Can you hear me…?

When the night begins to fall,

I watch the shadows growing tall,

Feeding my insomnia,

Like a fly on the wall,

When the night begins to fall,

I hear a thousand voices call,

Chasing my insanity,

Like a fly on the wall,

My wide eyed confidence,

Still echoes in mind,

A bright white prophecy,

Protector of the light,

When the night begins to fall,

I watch the shadows growing tall,

Feeding my insomnia,

Like a fly on the wall,

When the night begins to fall,

I hear a thousand voices call,

Chasing my insanity,

Like a fly on the wall.