Noire from SMITHEREENS EP by INK SPELT DEATH

Tv glow light's up the room out of darnkess.
This perfect sense of gloom.
As I settle down to sleep I toss and turn from all the thoughts I don't like to keep.
I shall rest my weary head and worry not about monsters under my bed.
I overthink that I overthink, do I feel nothing? I can slip by in a blink.

This doesn't feel right.
I won't sleep tonight.

My stomach feels the same old way, it is powerless as it tries to keep me at bay.
My window fogged up from the rain, soothing as it pours down on the lane.
An odd car light peaks through the blinds.
As it drives out of sight and I'm tied here by the binds.
You light the fire for yourself and I am stuck here just shivering by myself.

The cousin of death comes callin' and I'll awake due morning.
Wolf comes knocking at my door.
Another day of nothing, when all I want is something.
I awake to find nothing in store.
Oh lord I've seen it, you best believe it.
It'll strip your skin and leave you on the floor.
The cousin of death comes callin' and I'll awake due morning.

Wolf comes knocking at my door.

Some say that sleep is the cousin of death

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