"The Somnambulists"
The Somnambulists
I'm asleep when I walk...deep...
down into the off...peak...
hours where I talk...sleep...
the showers do accost me...
the reigns parade haughty...
my aim remains paltry...
my marinuge was made salty...
but I lay the blame...off me.
Through harangue I claim lofty...
that I lion tame softly...
I lie and maim oftly...
disguised in frames off beat.
Lacking cowardice...I fought sleep...
and was taught to keep a taut sheath...
so my weapon of choice...aught be...
a cold-hearted moxie...
...inner chest...frosty.
Going through the motions completely jaded...unaware...
of what I have done here...furthermore...I just don't care.
Pajama-clad...iron-clad...I have had...an evil air...
my environment...these fires lit...furthermore...I just don't care.
Lecheries...infest...disease...unbridled sin...after there...
vacant stares...vacant wombs...makeshift tombs...
furthermore...I just don't care.
Just don't wake me when I'm dreaming...
Just don't wake me when I'm sleeping...
Just don't mind me when I'm talking...
Just don't mind me...I'm sleep-walking
You want to blame me,
But can you really?
I can't see what's in front of my eyes,
Not when the moon starts to rise.
If only you could see what's in my head,
After the sun goes down, I'm dead.
Dead to the world, and not soon to wake.
This cold beatless heart, won't make,
Those reassuring sounds of life,
In this dream world all I have is strife.
I walk through the shady-grey outer edge,
I'm on a high and dangerous narrow ledge,
Tied up in my own reality,
Blossoming with insanity.
I could care less about what's outside,
And this apathy has spread world-wide.
All of us captured in the sticky web, sadistic.
Will you join the ranks...
But can you really?
I can't see what's in front of my eyes,
Not when the moon starts to rise.
If only you could see what's in my head,
After the sun goes down, I'm dead.
Dead to the world, and not soon to wake.
This cold beatless heart, won't make,
Those reassuring sounds of life,
In this dream world all I have is strife.
I walk through the shady-grey outer edge,
I'm on a high and dangerous narrow ledge,
Tied up in my own reality,
Blossoming with insanity.
I could care less about what's outside,
And this apathy has spread world-wide.
All of us captured in the sticky web, sadistic.
Will you join the ranks...
of the somnambulistic?
Just don't wake me when I'm dreaming...
Just don't wake me when I'm sleeping...
Just don't mind me when I'm talking...
Just don't mind me...
I'm sleep-walking
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