Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies 
Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion soaking from spirits but still far too dry 
Losing all barbed fences 
Lucid - no defences "Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier. 
The soldier was watching them both fade away. 
Nine words create an oblivion ocean: "Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" 
Losing all 
I lived for. 
Losing all 
I fought for. 
Oh god if you save them 
I swear I'll always hold them in my hand! 
Oh god if you save them 
I'd take them west 
We'd start again in the promised land. 
When life is wearing thin we pray: 
The gods are close at hand when man is astray. 
But when it all is said and done - is he to thank the gods 
For just taking his son? 
Sleep... is too quiet, dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. 
Words can create an oblivion ocean: "dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" 
Losing all 
I lived for. 
Losing all 
I fought for. 
Oh god if you save them 
I swear I'll always hold them in my hand 
Oh god if you save them 
I'd take them west we'd start again then 
Oh god if you save them 
I swear: I'll always hold them in my hand 
Oh god if you save them 
I'd take them west we'd start again in... ...the promised land.