F.F.I. کے بول

Awake This lack of sleep is killing me Running from myself armed to the teeth In a dream I become the hunted, stalked by my own hand There is a candle burning from both ends Put me down, someone put me under Say goodbye to validity Awake until our final day Until a black sun rises up A blood red tide will sweep us all away There is no end in sight Until I walk this cold earth alone This absent sleep is cutting deep, it's killing me Searching for an end to exhaustion armed to the teeth In a dream I can't recall what never was The peace I never held. The comfort of silence Awake until our final day Until a black sun rises up A blood red tide will sweep us all away Vigilance eating it's way through like acid. Nothing will stand Sinking lower and lower, everything turns black And my sight is lost