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Go to sleep, go to sleep
I'm hardly what I make myself out to be
I know what happens when I'm alone
Go to sleep, go to sleep
The cowering and whimpering of a weak willed son
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
Go to sleep, go to sleep
The constant confrontation that I protect
Protect myself from every night
Go to sleep, go to sleep
No preparation avails me for what's to come
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
And in the morning the only way to feel accomplished
Is to be visited by every horrible thought in my mind
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
- Album:
- The Tropic Rot
- Miscellaneous
- You Come Before You
- The Opposite of December / Tear From the Red
- The Opposite of December...A Season of Separation
- Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- Opposite of December
- The Opposite Of December
- Hellfest
- Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 50
- Monitor This! Aug/Sept 2003
- Big Day Out 04
- Walking in a Warner Wonderland
- You Come Before You (U.S. Version)
- Versions
- Distance Only Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
- The Soundtrack to Your Life
- Trustkill Winter 2003 Sampler
- Nasty Habits: Live on 88.9 WERS