The performance is dull, the drama is lost
But the curtain won't fall, the lights won't shut off
The story is tedious, the plot line long spent
But the pages keep turning, no conclusion no end

Past cemetery gates, rows of tombstones stand
Reassuring reminder, sleep is at hand
But the sun is rising, it calls to me
Awake you will remain, insomnia life's fee

This body is my prison, the grave is my bed
This world is losing, we're all better dead.