I guess you are one of those nightmares That holds me 'till the end of it Which the story might be scare But I want to slumber in this shock state
Maybe it's our fault Or maybe I can't get enough of my own blood Why am I losing my mind for? I can't remember why I joined this war But I've chosen to suffer crashing my head upon the floor
So I've been under this heavy mist A sleepwalker among the awakened So ordinary in the grief The rest of the days wouldn't be different
Maybe it's our fault Or maybe I can't get enough of my own blood Why am I losing my mind for? I can't remember why I joined this war But I've chosen to suffer crashing my head upon the floor
I've spoken with some birds And they told me what I haven't notice Life is not just a tight cubicle Dying is not the only way to fall Reality is not a straight concrete path There is always a way to curve that Dying is not just lie on a grave Even fighting it seems I want not to wake From this dream state