I lie here listening to sounds of this insane city Twisting and turning for hours, still not able to sleep Stray dogs they bark, bark and and howl like wolves outside my window Bark, unkind, grind, evil, malign, villainous kind Bark, unkind, evil, malign, never, ever, kind Chasing shadows each of other like that rabid kind I call my kin Villainous kind, bark, unkind, grind, evil, malign, devilish kind Evil malicious minds The stench of gutters blends with smog from hulking chimneys... Dark, unkind, grind, evil, malign, villainous kind Bark, unkind, evil, malign, never, ever, kind ... forming a thick dark mist allusive of our souls Villainous kind, bark, unkind, grind, evil, malign, devilish kind Evil malicious minds For hours I have been twisting, turning for sleep But terrified of what awaits For days now I have been yearning for relief from this time and space From the depths of limbo I hear calling, still I strive to cling To the shards of a broken realm to maintain my essence, save my soul from hell In the depths of Somnus my trial awaits me to deliver my plea A scornful mob of the justly dispatched to hand me my verdict with sentence attached The moist, stale air grows thicker, hotter, smothering me Like the unwanted child of a deluded self-righteous mother That abomination for long I have served From the depths of limbo I hear calling, still I strive to cling To the shards of a broken realm to maintain my essence, save my soul from hell In the depths of Somnus my trial awaits me to deliver my plea A scornful mob of the justly dispatched to hand me my verdict with sentence attached No peace, no glory gained, just transient relief from worldly strain Lo' there's no eluding those mental chains, of a soul pawned for a crock of gold For the broken subject not of thought but of told, like a broken statue cast into the mould Still as change might occur, forced or change from stir The mind still retains some quintessence remains Some essence maintains its grip on the broken man To pull the soul from the iron hand To cleanse, to purge, to wash away that bloody brand Please don't weep for me sister for I have done much wrong Don't despise me my brothers what's done is done I've been lost on a cold night, been gone far and long And for my deeds I'll repent there on my electric throne Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com