Текст песни Insomnia Plague

It's been sixty days Since the black sky opened up the food-gates Fell down hard on the sun-stained fair-grounds Held back any Recollection Of the bloodshed Somehow And now This unending rain Stopping short on the surface of the watery graves Is another, even nicer, simpler sort of silence these days Don't be so afraid of the insomnia plague This is what he wrote in the ripped-up note I've become something even less than a ghost Even more of a though, I've become a mirage I'm the shaky air encircling the flickering flame I'm the white wall swallowing the window frame Don't be so afraid of the insomnia plague