Sunken back behind sleepless eyes sits an altar of dust
A leveling truth at war with rest waking still in self disgust
Beyond pillars that blot the sun in the deep end of time
My body awaits the toll where sleep goes to die
When life becomes droning and out of body within my own words
I am lost
In a maze of sirens the reeking crime
Waged against a quaking heart
I lose this war every night
My own skin an explosion, clarity unbeknownst
Life becomes droning and out of body within my own words
I am lost
I long at the gates of slumber
It seems for years on end
Watching the rust it embers
Never to enter in
Never to enter in
Within these dripping seconds
Each one crawls across my flesh
Wandering a wasteland
I meet no end
I feel the sun come roaring, ascending skies that weep
I hear the bells of morning from ny nonexistent sleep
Sunken back behind sleepless eyes
Sits an altar of dust
A leveling truth at war with rest
Waking still in self disgust
My own skin an explosion, clarity unbeknownst
Life becomes droning and out of body
I am lost
I am lost
I long at the gates of slumber
It seems for years on end
Watching the rust it embers
Never
I long at the gates of slumber
It seems for years on end
Watching the rust it embers
Never to enter
I feel the sun come roaring
I hear the bells of morning
I feel the sun come roaring
I hear the bells of morning
