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
