Bathsheba
the sleepless gods
In the dust when all seems to fade away
everything seems peaceful.
But itâs never quiet.
Iâm always dragging me down.
Iâve been told Iâm mad.
And something stirrs in my heart
Iâm wearied down all the time.
All the gods they close their eyes in time.
But mine they burn like raging fires.
My mind is wearried down all the time.
Iâm wearied down all the time.