Pinch me I'm sleeping,
Just don't expect me to wake.
I'm far... far too tired.
And long ago, did I break

For a field of carrots,
Dangle from the sky.
Hung upon strings
Of clouds floating by.

And as hard as I've run,
As long as I've chased.
Those carrots they stay ahead.
Never allowing a taste.

I've charged over cliffs,
Gone head first into stone.
And my last breath left me,
Many ages ago.

So I lay here now hurting,
Feeling nothing as well.
Perhaps it's time carrots...
Can just got to hell.