Come Sleep Never Conquered
stealing beggars change for bliss
i have never conquered less
a tired stare of long lost grace
a no lands man on empty dreams
cling to old and worn out truths
excuses for your own abuse
senile and demented views
to pass it on is not to lose
greedy little ants of war
we took turns to mock the whore
paid the ticket, took the ride
we all must learn to say goodbye
cling to old and worn