What if sleeping was to be awake?
What if killing was to bring life back?
Who can tell between right from wrong?
The ones who can are a long time gone
Do we listen to those rules that shake us up and down?
Do we slay the murderess in a bell jar town?
And through the waist of all that I can't see any light
Maybe I'm to pessimistic and jealous in this life
I hate the way he looks at me when I cry
I like the way he kiss my hands after I caught him in a lie
I dream about a touch that wouldn't feel so dirty
I lounge to ache and feeling strangely happy
The modes we've chosen was out of line
So I will sacrifice my time
To dig the hole for these lost souls
The ones you've found beneath the reigns
The fly after their death just to show that we all can
Just keep dreaming keep on screaming
Drag us kicking to the Promised Land
I will never put up a fight if you'll take me
To the place where archangels dig
Where the goddess can feed
Where the loneliness speeds
To the higher level of me