Вершы: Picket Line. Chapter:End. S.L.E.E.P..

I am walking in this world of cardboard cutouts and I can?t fall asleep. This wont get better will it, when will I learn to dream. Visions burned into my eyes, as I lie here contemplating all the things that sit in the plane of my mind waiting for this time of night. And it?s alright, this can?t last long, I hope it will be over soon.

Pushing me awake, can I trust my own lungs to let me dream?
Pushing me awake, can I trust my own dreams to let me breathe?

This tossing and turning is getting old, it?s leading me on, but it won?t let me be.
Lying awake

This is getting old, and it won?t let me be.
Pushing me awake, can I trust myself to dream?