Eleven Minutes Away Drilling Holes In His Head Is Not The Answer
Be still and sleep
So blind yourself from
Misguided senses
Ironic at best
It's far from over now
What's so important
Composing rapture
And mannerisms
Oh so charming
Was dear to me
Has now departed
An empty shell
Sit idle and be still
Be still
And sleep
Sit idle and be still
Condemning to enslave
And you'll repeat the past
Dismantle all that's new
We've been through the worse but it's still far from over
Despite what you think moments pass like decades
In danger I dissolve
