the end of days (the futility of sleep)

when you fish for an answer
there is no joy
in the waiting
fishing
wishing
wondering
if there is a pulse
on the other end of the question
hello
hello
is there anyone in there
to save me
from the infernal noise
swelling to flood levels
each and every time
i close my eyes to try
oh to try in vain
to bid farewell to the end of a day
only hoping
wishing
praying to god
that tomorrow will be different
again and again
and again
but no it won't
no
you know the answer
is no
the same.
this is a song
for the same
same old things
thoughts like yellowed newspapers
no body reads anymore
no body buys
no body talks
no body knows
and i just don't care
tell myself i don't care
just to fall asleep
just to put an end to the day
like today
like yesterday
like tomorrow
lie
lie
lie lie lie lie lie
headaches to send us home
medicine to send us back
a kick in the balls
to feel a damn thing
so real
so right
so wrong
what's the difference?