Each night when I hit the bedThere are a thousand voices inside my headAnd of all those thousand two are most dauntingTrying to stop them and cover my earsI remember I heard them in dreams of my fearsSprung from the tears of all sorrows not of my wantingSleep, my son, it is timeThoughts, my babe, are your crimeInebriated, as I stagger slowlyShe appears like an angel unholySmiling softly, stabs me and I don't even bleed'Mr. Sub' perverts my loveThen slaps me saying, Better grow up!Confusions breeding in my heart are his feed Sleep, it's not yet your time of dying"But, of course, it's nobody's fault but mine!"'Con'-he is no gentlemanBashes my insides without refrainThough he breaks me, I can bear him betterNot yin and yang, but not unlikeTaking turns to shout into the mikeTheir cacophony rings in my ears and I sufferThe pool, of sanity, it is dryingUnwept tears, then I'll be crying