I'm used to apartments with walls that are weak
Sometimes I hear it all, if my neighbours must speak
But the recent apartment and bedroom I got
Started out seeming decent more boring than not
For two or three years nothing happened at all
There was an old man next door,
that I would see in the hall
He shuffled politely, wears an old suit
You know a standard old geezer, A quiet old Coot
He used to seem normal but then all at once
He started these nocturnal groanings and runts
It's hard to get used to, it gives me the creeps
Pretty much every night now he screams when he sleeps
Dark night of our souls,
Dark night of our heart
Dropping down the bottomless hole
I just need to get some sleep,
I don't know when I might begin,
But I don't want another minute
In this same old story, purgatory
Stop the torture, old man and please
don't be myself from the future.
If it was a dog bark or a screaming infant
I'd probably be fine, back to sleep in an instant
Picture me lying there, alone in my bed
When this old man just lets out
these shrieks near my head
And now every night at like three in A.M.
I get woken up by this miserable mayem
Who's being dismembered, what the Hell's wrong
I'm feared he will send me insane before long
And it makes me afraid, just to be me like I'am
It could be my fatal moments screaming old man
Tell me what did he do?
In his youth, for this torture
And what about him
Is it true is that he's me in the future
Dark night of our soles
Dark night of hearts
Dropping down the bottomless hole.
I just need to get some sleep
I don't where I might begin
But I don't want another minute
In this same old story, Purgatory
Stop the torture Old man
And please don't be my myself from the future
I'm used to apartments with walls that are weak
Sometimes I hear it all, if my neighbours would speak
But the recent apartment and bedroom I got
Started out seeming decent more boring than not
But now it's like trying to sleep In some Guantanamo cell block
Or some hospital hell hole for some horrible shell-shock
Or some Medieval dungeon with sadistic conditions
Or some pitiful someone is getting whipped while you listen
And you know in the dark, when your mind is just spinning
You get visions of weird things, there's no end or beginnings
I just thought for a bit and end up screaming some more
I'm scared that's it's me and I'm the him from before
I guess that It's paranoid, fantasies of drive-by scenario's
That seem dumb in the daylight, but Ponaro gets very told
Dark night of our soles
Dark night of hearts
Dropping down the bottomless hole.
I just need to get some sleep
I don't where I might begin
But I don't want another minute
In this same old story purgatory
Stop the torture Old man
And please don't be my myself from the future
Well you know Jeffrey, it's true what you say
I once was like you then I turned out this way
I lived my whole life, complaining love wasn't there
It was never enough to sacrifice for a care
And I once had a cat and one or two Pals
And I would go and hang out sort of that way you do now
But now all I can do now, is just scream in the dark
There's the pain inside ninety year empty and heartless
If you grow seeking freedom you're a rose breathing bloom
So you know it's already leading you down the road to this room
Though I'd get glory from war and dark and entrenched
Then i spent forty years in a park, on a bench
And I throw away substantially, hopeless eventually
You just permanently shrieking like me,
Like you were meant to be
I was sent out as a warning, but as an acceptance
So accept it
It is already written
It is already happening
It's already here
AAARRrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh...
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