I keep myself awake at night 

I try to stop, but I can't fight 

That voice that whispers ceaselessty 

The one that only talks to me 

It tells me what I have to fear 

It spits its venom in my ear 

It calculates and carefully 

Enumerates its strategies 

Round and round its loves and hates 

It endlessly reiterates 

It never stops, I've never heard 

The silence of that final word 



But I've got to stop talking, I can't stop talking  

There is no stopping a brain that keeps talking 

I know it's not healthy, I know it's not true 

I don't even know who I'm talking to  

But I can't stop talking, I've got to stop talking  

All night and all day I have something to say 

I drone on and on, though I know it's not true  

I've got to stop talking, I'm not talking to you 



The truth around my tongue is curled 

A chain of words that binds the world 

In a fever, all I 

Is captured in my commentary 

The why, the who, the where, the when 

Let me repeat them all agai n 

And then again my voice will sing 

The praises of it's babbling 

The arguments that I dissect 

Are lucid, cogent and correct 

And if you foolishly object 

I'll Gram each word back down you neck 



(chorus) 



If I'm the talker, here's the thing - 

Just who the hell is listening? 

And if I am not tongue but ears 

Then whos voice is it that I hear? 

I swallow, choke, and clear my throat 

Here comes another anecdote 

A narrative of restlessness 

Of what's been done and what is next 

Does it love me, does it not? 

Will this seduction never stop? 

Hear the clacking parrot's beak 

That speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks