Every night comes panic
My Death finds me
Early in sleep

Rest is not the word
My thoughts are fire
My soul is dry

I see my oppressors
A face in my mind
Mercilessly clear

A different world lives
I can't save them
Victims of fear

The specters hang cold
I'm slow and cold
Daytime is weary

I can feel the sadness
Each me dies alone
How can that be

I hope they aren't real
The ****** they find
Punishments unjust

I daily dose and overdose
Freedom from sleep
Close to peaceful