So calm is the wake from a dream,
Returning to the world feels strange.
Did I sleep, or am I still sleeping?
Memories of the world are drawn together,
In mediums that these eyes have not seen.
Put me under, there is nothing left.
When will I sleep, my eyes are so heavy.
Why have I awoken?
Put me under, there is nothing left.
When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming?
So sick is the plague of the world.
Memories of the world are drawn together,
In mediums that these eyes have not seen.
Put me under, there is nothing left.
When will I sleep, my eyes are so heavy.
Why have I awoken?
Put me under, there is nothing left.
When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming?
Why have I woken? Put me under.
When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming?