The Trouble

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