Insomniacs unite behind my line
Of sleepless nights and cloudy days
Go back, forward toward rewards
Trapped in the morning rays
Slowly peeling back the darkness
My mind wanders through the cracks
Telling me secret recipes for disaster
Gather across the street from reality
Watching the television burn it into our subconscious
No one knows the way out
Of being born into a family of strangers
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