Ohh....Insomnia br The old and tired maiden br With nothing to offer but sleepless promises and pain br Dressed in thoughts that bothered you all day long br And wearing jewelery of bills to pay and quarrels that must be settled br She comes uninvited br And spends as much time as pleases br She might leave if you pop two of these br But will return no doubt after the acids in your stomach have finished their work... br Insomnia....whose child are you? br Is your mother Worry and your father Pain br Are you the Kin of Trouble and Discomfort br And are your cousins Misery and Ache... br Why do you knock on our doors late at night br And stay till the morning when the sun greets our eyes? br Tell me Insomnia...have you come to wed me? br Be my wife and lifelong companion? br Or are you here as a cheap whore from the bar? br Simply having some fun... br Answer me please... br I have suffered enough...