To Hell With Sleep: Part III, Uh-Oh!

I guess I'm tired again, funny thing is, I went to sleep last night and got decent hours worth of sleep...

Mr. Sand man, what's the plan man
I'm tired again, I'm your restless fan
The bags under my eyes must be loaded with sand
Granules with no discretion harassing me because they can
Bright white dreams, turned to a dusty tan
Peaceful slumber eluding the palms of my hand
And let's conclude, now that this race has been ran
That you, Mr. Sand man, have beat me again

(Shout out to my insomniacs)