Sleep Is For The Dead

Submerged in the depths

Wandering the abyss of my mind

Walking down the steps of my torch lit regret

Searching for truth in the past I left behind

In the absence of light

My eyes slowly adjust to the dark

Illuminated malignance in sight

Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart

I lay awake at night, staring at the wall while I decay inside

All the pain and anxiety trapped inside my mind is slowly killing me

I found my way in darkness, forsaken by the world that created me

A refuge of confinement desperately searching for my sanity

I can never be what they want me to be

I can never be what they want me to be

In the absence of light

My eyes slowly adjust to the dark

Illuminated malignance in sight

Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart

Submerged in the depths

Wandering the abyss of my mind

Walking down the steps of my torch lit regret

Searching for truth

I've lost my mind

I'm sick, the world still calls me schizophrenic

They won't ever understand, yeah

I'm a byproduct of this society

I'm reminded constantly by my anxiety

Swallow the pills to sleep

Voices scream in my head, sleep is for the dead

Swallow the pills to sleep

Voices scream in my head, sleep is for the dead

I found my way in darkness, forsaken by the world that created me

A refuge of confinement desperately searching for my sanity

I can never be what they want me to be

I can never be what they want me to be

In the absence of light

My eyes slowly adjust to the dark

Illuminated malignance in sight

Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart