Insomnia (Instrumental)

When the darkness brings the cold,
To draw me under,
I am caught between,
The chapters of a dream,
Something is reaching out and,
My entire world is crumbling,
And it whispers that I am,
The chosen one…，
Can you hear me…?
When the night begins to fall,
I watch the shadows growing tall,
Feeding my insomnia,
Like a fly on the wall,
I’m asleep but wide awake，
A nightmare on repeat,
In the haze I sense,
The purpose of my soul,
We are all born to leave a,
Scar deep in the hearts of many,
But can I really trust that I’m，
The chosen one,
Can you hear me…?
When the night begins to fall,
I watch the shadows growing tall,
Feeding my insomnia,
Like a fly on the wall,
When the night begins to fall,
I hear a thousand voices call,
Chasing my insanity,
Like a fly on the wall,
My wide eyed confidence,
Still echoes in mind,
A bright white prophecy,
Protector of the light,
When the night begins to fall,
I watch the shadows growing tall,
Feeding my insomnia,
Like a fly on the wall,
When the night begins to fall,
I hear a thousand voices call,
Chasing my insanity,
Like a fly on the wall.