Our Last Night. Dark Storms (№ 380101)

The power keeps you feeling high but how low
Do you sink into your bed at night
(Anchored down with guilt)
Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you've burned
Or are you proud of all the hatred you've earned?
Power gives you power, but how hard
You fall asleep in the night,
(covered with guilt?)
You toss and turn in your sleep because you burned bridges
Or proud that everyone hates you?