When I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord to bring back the eighties
The trouble
Silence enfolds all my nothingness
I know I wasn't one to ask for help
I beg for something that will end all this
All I feel now is that I'm in hell
The trouble I seek is the trouble I get
All I have is my empty pride
I should move, but my muscles freeze
All I hear is the traffic outside
I could scream to put my mind at ease
The trouble I seek is the trouble I get
I need to find the gold in the mud
I need to pick out the rotten seeds
I need to see the beauty in the madness
I need to ask for help when I bleed
Watching an insect in a spider web
Thrashing around before its painful death
I'm like that insect, but I got a chance
I want to get out of this deadly trance
The trouble
The trouble I seek is the trouble I get