The Noise, The Noise, it never stops. Always present, always there. I can't sleep I haven't for days, always in a haze as I wish the Noise would fade.
Unnerved and in despair, the Noise is piercing and I'm wincing, my head is splitting and I'm feeling as if my ears will bleed if the Noise won't receed.
I would scream, but I won't add to the Noise that makes me mad, they all say it's in my head, but I don't see how that matters, because to me it's as real as you are.
I can not take too much more, this world ceases to be a reason
Why I should except this fate, where I am full of malice and of hate
and what I'm afraid of most of all is that once it's quiet I might miss it all.
