I used to worry, thought I was goin' mad in a hurry; gettin' stress, makin' excess mess in darkness...No electricity, something's all over me - greasy! Insomnia please release me and let me dream of makin' mad love to my girl on the heath, tearin' off tights with my teeth. But there's no release, no peace, I toss and turn without cease. Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast, at least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers but now I keep myself pepped. Deeper still, that night I write by candle light; I find insight, fundamental movement, uh...So when it's black this insomniac take an original tack - keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack -I gets no sleep. I can't get no sleep.
~ Faithless "Insomnia"