HELLO INSOMNIA

March 28, 2023

AN EMPTY SOUL IN A HOUSE OF HATE

TO EACH HIS OWN FOR HELL TO MAKE

TO HEAR THE RAGE AND SCREAMS OF HOME

WILL LEAVE YOU TIL YOU FEEL SO VERY ALONE

SEE MY EYES, I"VE GIVEN UP

I HAVE NO FUTURE TO SPEAK OF

HAVE NEVER KNOW THAT IRISH KINDA LUCK

YET IN THE AIR-MY UNWRITTEN FAITH

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