So calm is the wake from a dream.
Returning to the world feels strange, did I sleep or am I still sleeping? Memories of the world are drawn together in mediums that these eyes have not seen.
Put me under there is nothing left.

When will I sleep? My eyes are so heavy.
Why have awoken? Put me under there´s nothing left.
When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?

So sick is the plague of the world.
Memories of this world are drawn together in mediums that
these eyes have not seen.
Put me under there is nothing left.
When will I sleep? My eyes are so heavy.
Why have awoken? Put me under there´s nothing left.

When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?
When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?

Why have I woken? Put me under!
Why have I woken? Put me under!

When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?
When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?