Jester's Funeral Insomnia
My sense to be: Sticking to a surface below my feet. And
when the day is done again I am a whitness of setting
suns.
And then I hear your call inside my narrow walls,
pretending doors are open.
Stay awake ? Insomnia
Face your fate ? Insomnia
Stay alive ? Insomnia
One more night ? Insomnia
My soul explodes because I know that distance is getting
near. I will get away over hills so high and across the
sea.
A landscape beyond my mind is waiting. I burn inside.