Day breaks again
Falling further into the insanity controlling him
He never seems to drift off into the dreams he wants to be in.
âThereâs got to be something more than this
Than this bitter sleep.
His eyes are open fixated the walls
All his faults, the withdrawals are all the reasons why he canât sleep.
Thereâs got to be something more than this,
Than this bitter sleep.
His eyes are open fixated the walls.
All his faults, the withdrawals are all the reasons why he canât sleep.
âWake me up!
âGet me out!
No heart, no soul is left in this broken core he calls his body.
Heâs losing himself.
Placed on a shelf
Left behind.
His mindâs a fucking shell of itâs former self
Itâs casting lies deep inside
Theyâll start to eat him alive.
He screams, at the edge of his bed
Wondering, âWill this ever end?â
And in his dream, he saw the war take his name,
And carve it in the stone where he lay,
Beneath the ground,
Pummeled by rain.
Thereâs got to be something more than this
Than this bitter sleep
His eyes are open fixated the wall,
All his faults, the withdrawals are all the reasons why he canât sleep.
Thereâs got to be something more than this,
Than this bitter sleep.
His eyes are open fixated the wall,
All his faults, the withdrawals are all the reasons why he canât sleep.
âWake me up!â
âGet me out!â
âItâs not a dream,
Everything is exactly how it seems.
Itâs hell living nightmares when you canât even sleep.
Itâs not a dream,
Everythingâs exactly how it seems.
Itâs hell having nightmaresâ¦â