Sleep and suffering Songtext

von The Dostoyevskys

The suicide hour has swung around again
Presses its ugly face against my window pane
Beneath the raging heaven so, it washes through my brain
Never be so satisfied, never to be explained
I can't sleep

Here I could die, where day and night shall meet
Swaddled like an infant, within these winding sheets
Restless on my death bed, my soul filled with defeat
Never to be whole again, never to be complete
I can't sleep
I can't sleep for the suffering inside my head
Pulling me down, it leaves me feeling dead

A sickly yellow moon hangs weakly in the sky
Will I see it wither so, or will I choose to die
I tried to speak the truth to you, but all I did was lie
My energy runs so lowly, my emotions run so high
I can't sleep