| Narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface |
| But 5 seconds without it, ain’t worth eternity |
| Here’s another story; |
| Logical Function: it «keeps me awake» Awake? |
| Cafeine, it must be friend of mine |
| This body has treacherous ways, it must be replaced |
| I’m so tired, so verily tired… is it day already? |
| One of many, and maybe the only fragment of reality that I had in months |
| I’m tired… (I never want to wake up) |
| But sleeping seem of questions |
| Guess I must now hit the reset button |
| And my comfortable world crumbles again |
| Leaving me defenceless against the Outside |
| Shaken and afraid, I’m filled with remorse and disgust at the reflection |
| provided by this dark mirror in front of me |
| Staring back at me, laughing at me |
| Wait, wait, for how long must I wait? |
| Until it starts again… and I’m saved |
| Windows to my freedom, my life |
| My head hurts… aching a pleasant disease |
| My head hurts… aching a pleasant disease! |
| Brand new, my world is at last |