| Song | The Noise Inside My Head |
| Artist | Assemblage 23 |
| Album | Sonic Seducer - Cold Hands Seduction Vol. 131 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's 3AM | |
| And I am laying wide-awake | |
| And I can’t sleep for the noise inside my head | |
| The world vibrating | |
| With a cruel cacophony | |
| Flooded with the thoughts my mind has bled | |
| The restless furor | |
| Of a thousand racing thoughts | |
| Swarms around me like a vulture circles prey | |
| In the darkness | |
| No one else can hear a sound | |
| But I am deafened by this ceaseless disarray | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can't give in to this | |
| It's the noise that makes me human | |
| Waking life | |
| Like a movie on a screen | |
| Running backwards as the film starts to unthread | |
| A wall of violence | |
| Bounding forward through the peace | |
| With no regard for what might lie ahead | |
| An infestation | |
| Of arbitrary thought | |
| Washes over me in paralyzing waves | |
| My defenses | |
| Battered by the driving storm | |
| Isolated – waiting to be saved | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can't give in to this | |
| It's the noise that makes me human | |
| It's much too late | |
| And I am slowly losing ground | |
| A prisoner to the noise inside my head | |
| Disconnected | |
| I am trapped within myself | |
| Held captive by a tide that never ebbs | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can't give in to this | |
| It's the noise that makes me human |
| It' s 3AM | |
| And I am laying wideawake | |
| And I can' t sleep for the noise inside my head | |
| The world vibrating | |
| With a cruel cacophony | |
| Flooded with the thoughts my mind has bled | |
| The restless furor | |
| Of a thousand racing thoughts | |
| Swarms around me like a vulture circles prey | |
| In the darkness | |
| No one else can hear a sound | |
| But I am deafened by this ceaseless disarray | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can' t give in to this | |
| It' s the noise that makes me human | |
| Waking life | |
| Like a movie on a screen | |
| Running backwards as the film starts to unthread | |
| A wall of violence | |
| Bounding forward through the peace | |
| With no regard for what might lie ahead | |
| An infestation | |
| Of arbitrary thought | |
| Washes over me in paralyzing waves | |
| My defenses | |
| Battered by the driving storm | |
| Isolated waiting to be saved | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can' t give in to this | |
| It' s the noise that makes me human | |
| It' s much too late | |
| And I am slowly losing ground | |
| A prisoner to the noise inside my head | |
| Disconnected | |
| I am trapped within myself | |
| Held captive by a tide that never ebbs | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can' t give in to this | |
| It' s the noise that makes me human |
| It' s 3AM | |
| And I am laying wideawake | |
| And I can' t sleep for the noise inside my head | |
| The world vibrating | |
| With a cruel cacophony | |
| Flooded with the thoughts my mind has bled | |
| The restless furor | |
| Of a thousand racing thoughts | |
| Swarms around me like a vulture circles prey | |
| In the darkness | |
| No one else can hear a sound | |
| But I am deafened by this ceaseless disarray | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can' t give in to this | |
| It' s the noise that makes me human | |
| Waking life | |
| Like a movie on a screen | |
| Running backwards as the film starts to unthread | |
| A wall of violence | |
| Bounding forward through the peace | |
| With no regard for what might lie ahead | |
| An infestation | |
| Of arbitrary thought | |
| Washes over me in paralyzing waves | |
| My defenses | |
| Battered by the driving storm | |
| Isolated waiting to be saved | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can' t give in to this | |
| It' s the noise that makes me human | |
| It' s much too late | |
| And I am slowly losing ground | |
| A prisoner to the noise inside my head | |
| Disconnected | |
| I am trapped within myself | |
| Held captive by a tide that never ebbs | |
| I could scream myself to sleep | |
| If it would shatter the illusion | |
| But I can' t give in to this | |
| It' s the noise that makes me human |