"It's worse by the day now, every time I lay down words come alive in my head and they play loud It's like they can't find a way out Wanna pull the plug on their party, it's starting to worry me, can't get to sleep when I wanna do How would you feel if your lyrics just followed you everywhere you went from the street to the bed and repeated through the night everything you said Tried so many things, pen and a pad by the side of my bed but it's sending me mad Every time I recline, I decline to opine but there's always a rhyme at the back of my mind... Sentences now they form in queues... And my mind won't stop cos I always gotta finish it"