When I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord to bring back the eighties The trouble Silence enfolds all my nothingness I know I wasn't one to ask for help I beg for something that will end all this All I feel now is that I'm in hell The trouble I seek is the trouble I get All I have is my empty pride I should move, but my muscles freeze All I hear is the traffic outside I could scream to put my mind at ease The trouble I seek is the trouble I get I need to find the gold in the mud I need to pick out the rotten seeds I need to see the beauty in the madness I need to ask for help when I bleed Watching an insect in a spider web Thrashing around before its painful death I'm like that insect, but I got a chance I want to get out of this deadly trance The trouble The trouble I seek is the trouble I get