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´s 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 will always hold them in my hand!
Oh god if you save them I would take them west
we would start again in the promised land.
When life´s wearing thin we pray: the gods´re close at hand when man is
astray. But when it all is said & 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 will always hold them in my hand.
Oh god if you save them I would take them west
we would start again (then) in the promised land.
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