When sleepin' is a dream that you want to be given But a waking sort of death is what you're actually livin' You're caught inside a space with no way to leave You're trapped inside a room with no air to breathe
I'll run a week, I'll run a full hundred miles You cannot leave, you cannot demote yourself Your words flaring out Your words flaring out
But you're free now You don't need this You won't freak out You can't feel this










