| Insomnia, I welcome thee | |
| In the nights I see the world bleed | |
| In my dreams I have to hide | |
| I cannot close the door to this mystique place | |
| My eyes blinded by the misery | |
| Never I felt so much fear | |
| It seems that I'm already in hell | |
| Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard | |
| Insomnia is the key to my life | |
| I don't want to see the world behind this thin curtain | |
| Which separates conscience from sleep | |
| In my back the knife is getting near | |
| This could be my last breath | |
| But somewhere I must find the door to morning | |
| This time, if my senses are awake | |
| I may pass the tin line into safety | |
| But tomorrow it starts again | |
| Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard | |
| Insomnia is the key to my life | |
| I don't want to see the world behind this thin curtain | |
| Which separates conscience from sleep |