Everything to Help You Sleep

What is it like to be empty? Full of only echoes And my body caving in A cathedral of arching ribs Heaving out their broken hymns Thought I made out your reply The seconds between sound and light And I could have sworn the sirens were the Holy ghost just speaking in morse code 'Cause Lord, Lord, Lord, is there some way to make it stop? 'Cause nothing that I do has ever helped to turn it off And everything supposed to help me sleep at night Don't help me sleep at night, anymore From a distance, light from stars Entry wounds or puncture marks Leaking from your arms through the Perforated dark 'Cause Lord, Lord, Lord, is there some way to make it stop 'Cause nothing that I do has ever helped to turn it off And everything supposed to help me sleep at night Don't help me sleep at night, anymore So could you hear from heaven on earth? If I scream a little louder, I know you would have heard Say there's no way I could be further If I scream a little louder, I know you would have heard it