Taskforce - Insomnia lyrics

(First verse) I burn the candle at both ends with equal vigour And prove stress is the world's most lethal k**er I guess you are what you eat for dinner So all them cigarettes and weed and rizla got me feeling thinner And I need the liquor 'cause the taste is bitter And now I've got an emaciated figure I take a swig o' old faithful and tie up some loose ends If I'm not getting high with a few friends If I'm not getting by the darker scenes Then I'll do what it takes to get some larger means There's no rest for the wicked, I'll be pushing myself Even though it isn't good for my health I need sleep, but the bane of this slumber Is it don't satisfy my insatiable hunger And even though I moan that it's taking me under Imma keep on, why, 'cause you gotta be strong See the weak ones crumble and fold up when the heats on I treat stress like the bed that I sleep on And don't mess with the bread that I feed on Or spread bad vibes through the air that I breathe from When I go to sleep, I hear the tone of your voice That sobering noise that I smoke to avoid And I hope that this noise will fade from my ears And not be the thing that will haunt me for years (Hook) In this place, filled with empty space (Second verse) So tell me is this hell for the living Where everybody gotta push themselves to the limit if they're in it to win it It's no rest for the wicked, stress from the picket Fence to the snickets, hence we gotta kick it I keep high spirits by lifting my gla** to toast Weed even greener than spinach and artichoke Chokes me, drama provokes me to spark the dope Mostly, throaty, I talk in a raspy tone, ghostly Walking this path alone through the disaster Zoned out and I'm starving, so hungry Head hung low, tryna be the head honcho, I'm so gung ho Until my battery runs low, I become slow, craving REM Sleep all day and then start again Writing all night with the parker pen The sunrise might mark the end when I'm spaced out like Marsha Mentally drained, about to go cuckoo, but whoever said I was meant to be sane? I'm penciling pain, my day to day is essentially bending my brain and it's forever the same I stay up late nights surrounded by close friends Wondering why I burn the candle at both ends And thinking about how it's a rotten waste That I'm forever stuck here in this forgotten place (Hook) In this place, filled with empty space