Tired on the Wired

It's been hard Doing anything It's after two AM, AM A grasping palm Digits round my heart They're after you Praying, praying I'm tired on the wired Don't know what to do with my self I'm sidin' with the fire To get out of dishevelment The way I feel Is like a tiny flickering flame Power spirals in My head, my head, my head The waning sea Which I have fallen in Whispering the words To the spirit in my bed I'm tired on the wired Don't know what to do with my self I'm sidin' with the fire To get out of dishevelment I'm tired on the wired Don't know what to do with my self I'm sidin' with the fire To get out of dishevelment