No sleep, can’t weep. Words from the dead, constant images I dread. No sleep, can’t weep. Senseless emotions got my mind stuck in a rut. Should I remove myself? I want to move, but I require approbation from a higher power. Starting to become insipid, my countenance constantly indifferent with every situation. No sleep, can’t weep. Obstructed by my own potential, I am all, but nothing without an act.