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CherieODeath by Insomnia-CherieO NakedNoiz Gothic Rock

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Written/sung/arranged by Cherieo & NakedNoiz
The song is dark and strange, sort of metal with heavy hip hop drums. It is about suffering insomnia. l wrote this song while living in #Alaska.\m/ #Lyrics #Indie #Alternative #Rock #emo #goth #dark #death #earthquakes #pain #CherieONakedNoiz

Copyright 2014, C. Ostor, All rights reserved.
Lyrics, vocals and arrangement by CherieO.
Mixed by EmptyGlass.

Contact: CherieO.NakedNoiz@gmail.com

It is about suffering insomnia. I wrote this song while living in #Alaska where it is dark all winter and sunny all night in the summer. I had painful medical problems. CherieO \m/

Death by Insomnia by CherieO & NakedNoiz
aaah, aa-aah.....

The darkness falls silently,
like a blanket from the sky.
The sunset slowly disappears,
fading fast from my mind's eye.

The moon rises quietly,
an apparition in the mist.
I don't believe in ghosts.
I tell myself they don't exist.

I hear noises, see hallucinations,
feel uncomfortably strange sensations.
Unholy voices, unfriendly faces,
I feel their pain from distant places.

I hear noises, see hallucinations,
feel uncomfortably strange sensations.
Unholy voices, unfriendly faces,
I feel their pain from distant places.

Aa-ah, aa-aah, ya-ah, aa-ooh.
O-oh, o-ooh, ya-ah, aa-ooh.

Sensing tremors in the dark,
sudden rumblings shake my bed,
a lonely one in a world of billions,
visions of apocalypse in my head.

I'd rather die here, than lie here.
I desperately need a break.
I'd rather die here, than lie here,
so restlessly wide awake.

I'd rather die here, than lie here,
in my own personal earthquake.
I'd rather die here, than lie here.
There's only so much a person can take.

Aa-ah, aa-aah, ya-ah, aa-ooh.
Yo-oh, o-ooh, ya-ah, aa-ooh.

Hey-ay, hey-ay, ya-ah, aa-ooh.
Aa-ah, oo-ooh, ya-ah, aa-ooh.

Death by insomnia, death by insomnia, death by insomnia, death by insomnia. x

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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
taken for pews with their tails in their mouths, thence your pristopher polombos, hence our Kat Kresbyterians; the curt witty wotty dashes never quite just right at the trim trite truth letter; the sudden spluttered petulance of some capItalIsed mIddle; a word as cunningly hidden in its maze of confused drapery as a fieldmouse in a nest of coloured ribbons: that ab- surdly bullsfooted bee declaring with an even plainer dummp- show than does the mute commoner with us how hard a thing it is to mpe mporn a gentlerman: and look at this prepronominal funferal, engraved and retouched and edgewiped and pudden- padded, very like a whale's egg farced with pemmican, as were it sentenced to be nuzzled over a full trillion times for ever and a night till his noddle sink or swim by that ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia: