Madness grabs hold of me
Fog drifts through my ear
Nothing can wake me
Dead on my feet

There must be a real reason
No suffering without cause
Frustrates me to wonder
Can't cut the veil

Maybe I was a murderer
My soul feels so aged
Mischief might follow it
Sins of my heart

Sleeping is like burning
Waking brings drowning
Sweet rest must hide
In somebody's bed