I flutter inside and I spin till I cry. I'm motionless
in my head, again; no one can find where I've gone.
The dark and the madness, the mania and the hell,
they say to just pretend; say it's all going to be okay.
I haven't slept till my eyes go red.

I feel all the colours and I feel all the sounds. Did
I spill you all my secrets; even the ones that break me?
I've no stories to sell you, nothing to tell you. Is this me
in sanity or is this nothing more than me dead?
I haven't slept till my eyes go red.

The morning comes, but I am stuck in my night.
I will not wake until I sleep wrapped tight. Bring me
back again to the places I've been; all the pretty
worlds I've made up inside my head.
I haven't slept till my eyes go red.

I sleep till I've gone all dead.