Twisting And Turning

Listen can you hear it too?
Or were you only passing through?
Deafening loud enough not to hear
It's not there, but it's here
Missed through the drafts going under the door
The closest I've been was lying on the floor
But it keeps on slipping
It keeps on slipping it keeps on slipping away
Wake up alone twisting and turning in bed
It's been like this forever
Someone put out that light so I can get some rest at night
I'm blacking out, I'm blacking out
I'm blacking out I'm blacking out, I'm blacking out
Bathed in caffeine, cradled in nicotine, bedded in barbed-wire
Does anyone here know any lullabies?
Wake up alone in a pool of sweat
I've got a knife in my brain
Twisting and turning
Dry heaves, I can't breathe
I can't close my eyes
I jam my fingers right down my throat
Twisting and turning, I find the door, just like before
But like before, there's no way out