Insming (German: Insmingen) is a commune in the Moselle department in Alsace-Champagne-Ardenne-Lorraine in north-eastern France.
It is situated about 60 km southeast of Metz, about 80 km northeast of Nancy, and about 100 km northwest of Strasbourg.
Its altitude is 215 meters minimum and 273 meters maximum.
It is part of the canton d'Albestroff, which is part of the "arrondissement" of Château-Salins.
Since the eighth century, Insming has been known under different names: Asmengia (1106), Asmingiam (1152), Amanges (1296), Esminga and Einsminga (1299), Einsmingen (1456), Amangen and Enssmingen (1594). It is the oldest village of the canton of Albestroff. In the 12th century, it was the headquarters of a priesthood dependent on Saint-Mihiel Abbey, which was founded at the end of the 11th century. Insming was a small dependence of Counts de Ferrettes and de Montbeliard.
After World War II, Insming saw an economic boom, mainly thanks to Fernand Lambert, who was its mayor from 1945 to 1977. He inaugurated the first high school in the Moselle department after the war.
Tossing, turning in the darkness
You try so hard to get to sleep
Your mind is racing, seems so hard to tell
Is this the end or is this hell?
Torture in the head, going round and round
Spinning in the brain as you hit the ground
You got a fever but it feels like a freeze
l bring you down, down to your knees
A full blown insomniac
You're getting ready for the next attack
So go on and try to rest your head
But you just can't, just can't, can't get to bed
Insomniac
Insomniac
Say, "Good bye" and try to slip away
You close your eyes but suddenly you wake
(Awake)
Torture in the head, going round and round
Spinning in the brain as you hit the ground
You got a fever but it feels like a freeze
l bring you down, down to your knees
A full blown insomniac
You're getting ready for the next attack
So go on and try to rest your head
But you just can't, just can't, can't get to bed
Insomniac
Insomniac
Insomniac
Insomniac
{One two, all this fuckin' shit going out of my heads
Straight fuckin' boys of neighbours of fuckin'
It's quite everything's fuckin' comin' down around me, man
I, I don't know what to do
I just can't keep, man
Came to sleep}
Tossing, turning in the darkness
You try so hard to get to sleep
Your mind is racing, seems so hard to tell
This is the end, this is hell
Torture in the head, going round and round
Spinning in the brain as you hit the ground
You got a fever but it feels like a freeze
l bring you down, down to your knees
A full blown insomniac
You're getting ready for the next attack
So go on and try to rest your head
But you just can't, just can't, can't get to bed
Insomniac
Insomniac
Insomniac