The Colour Of Sleep

Psycroptic

Sleep....for....life

Fear shreds, your internal logistics system

You are just a pawn/fool, driven by a disturbance

inside your mindscape

It is, the consuming unknown that awaits you

And you, cry, for you cannot escape the ache...

...the void is nearly here...

Nerves are, tested by a circumstance invented by the

mere existence of our world

You can feel that there's something more than just

progressing life while

you neighbour will deny, deny, deny!

You awaken and you're shaken by the dim reality that

becomes you, and consumes your mind

That death is real and you will soon hold it in

An embrace so tight you can't let it go.

You want to believe in something higher...

Social derision...blindfolded vision...need for decision...

Nothings eternal...belief is infernal...you god is internal.

You may not exist soon so enjoy it while you can.

The power is in your hands in that

deciding moment of your sad life. Controlled by

a thing called time only fates forces can decide.

Rotting before you've even died swept away by the

fear inside.....Sleep....lie!...

This is, something they don't tell anyone when

they're born but, once you think for yourself your test

begins! If you try you can suffer less if you deny,

Looking at the sky, sky, sky!

You can read someone elses way of getting by ,but

you'll have to buy, buy buy!

It will soothe your pain, 'til you wake again

You will feel the reign, of the dark

.....They all believe in lies - lies - why?

Is it so hard for them to see, logical reality - we bleed,

we die - there's nothing once you've finished life.

Tearing knife - wrists are sliced - decreased time

those who can't defy.

It is just a door that opens and swallows you inside.

You are just another one of us don't think you get to

decide. Don't think you'll wander somewhere when

you're rotting in the ground.

You'll be where there's nothing called taste-

sight-feel or fucking sound.