Sleep
is
too
quiet
dreams
are
too
painful
truth
is
the
bed
of
this
ocean
of
lies.
Sinking
through
layers
of
untouched
oblivion
soaking
from
spirits
but
still
far
too
dry.
Losing
all
barbed
fences
Lucid
-
no
defenses
"Where
is
my
mother?"
the
child
asked
the
soldier.
The
soldier
was
watching
them
both
fade
away.
Nine
words
create
an
oblivion
ocean:
"Dad
tell
me,
will
I
be
dead
very
long?"
Losing
all
I
lived
for.
Losing
all
I
fought
for.
Oh
god
if
you
save
them
I
swear
I'll
always
hold
them
in
my
hand!
Oh
god
if
you
save
them
I'd
take
them
west
we'd
start
again
in
the
promised
land.
When
life
is
wearing
thin
we
pray:
the
gods
are
close
at
hand
when
man
is
astray.
But
when
it
all
is
said
and
done
-
is
he
to
thank
the
gods
for
just
taking
his
son?
Sleep
is
too
quiet,
dreams
are
too
painful
truth
is
the
bed
of
this
ocean
of
lies.
Words
can
create
an
oblivion
ocean:
"dad
tell
me,
will
I
be
dead
very
long?"
Losing
all
I
lived
for.
Losing
all
I
fought
for.
Oh
god
if
you
save
them
I
swear
I'll
always
hold
them
in
my
hand.
Oh
god
if
you
save
them
I'd
take
them
west
we'd
start
again
(then)
in
the
promised
land.