My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
'Life' is a four-letter word.
I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here...
The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
Please could you stop the noise?
I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head.
What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway
In restless dreams I walked alone...
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again