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Nightcore-I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
Nightcore-I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
[Comments have been disabled. Don't act like I didn't warn you, because I did. This is the comment section of my video, so yes, I do have the right to speak back when I think that you have commented s...
[Comments have been disabled. Don't act like I didn't warn you, because I did. This is the comment section of my video, so yes, I do have the right to speak back when I think that you have commented something bad or overall stupid. I do not approve of people calling me stupid or an idiot for trying to stop you guys from encouraging a toxic behaviour. If you don't have a mental disorder and self-diagnosed yourself as an insomniac, stop waving it around. You're putting people with these issues in a bad light. So for now comments are disabled. Grow up, kids.
Also, I would like to inform you of that god yes I am fully aware of what the consequenses of having a popular video is, probably much better than you. But a video being popular doesn't mean I have to accept kids trying to feel special in a comment section, people verbally attacking each other and me. And it doesn't mean it has to be this way, because this is the only popular video of mine where I definitely can't stand 99% of the commenters. So, for now these are disabled. Don't be mean to others and don't pretend to be something you're not. It's not cool.]

It's the same each and every night.
Glare at my screen with two big bloodshot eyes.
I'm stuck self-torturing; my meds are failing me.
Internal clock in smithereens.
Can't fix this, I'm hopeless.

My eyes are stapled open wide,
As I lay down on my side.
I am bouncing off these walls.

Notice my hands begin to twitch.
Unprovoked assaulting of my conscious wit.
Me and the TV are enemies.
Sickening static surrounds my mind.
I'm losing time, and realizing that
After days of thought that I'm
Stuck self-torturing; my meds are failing me.
Internal clock in smithereens.
Can't fix this, I'm hopeless.

My eyes are stapled open wide,
As I lay down on my side.
I am bouncing off these walls.
As I focus on the clock,
Time stands still, but I cannot.
I should strap myself in bed.
I guess I'll sleep when I am dead.

Talk to myself, lie in the darkness so content.
As the sun begins to rise, I can barely shut my eyes.
This crazed, delirious mess; laughing at everything I see.
My sanity is spent. Just tell me where our time went.
I'm losing it.

Attention: All insomniacs, please raise your right hand.
And kindly, repeat after me.
"I guess I'll sleep when I am dead!"

'Cause I'm stuck self-torturing; my meds are failing me.
Internal clock in smithereens.
Can't fix this, I'm hopeless.
My eyes are stapled open wide,
As I lay down on my side.
I am bouncing off these walls.
As I focus on the clock,
Time stands still, but I cannot.
I should strap myself in bed.
I guess I'll sleep when I am dead.

I guess I'll sleep when I am.
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