Neurotic.

Brain firing at thousands of miles a minute
Just give me some fucking quiet!
If there's a shithole then I'm deep down in it.
My eyes are seconds away from starting a riot.

I'm a walking contradiction with no rights
Sleeping amongst those rights taken away
Nothing to do on these neurotic nights
Twisting my mind and my thoughts array.

Maybe when the goosebumps leave
My eyes will stop burning tonight
And then I can go to sleep
And dream in a rerly occuring delight.

Maybe I'm sleeping while conscious here
Though is it possible? I don't think so.
Going on four days, it's kind of queer
That my mind keeps going with nowhere to go.