I lie myself to sleep
To dream within my solitude
And conjure up the memories
That guide me through the fields of hesitation
Slowly in my slumber
I will be refined and crude
Into stimulation dystrophy
Somewhere there's a path outside the borderline
I lie myself asleep
Within a whisper of reality
Blinded by my achromatic
Tattered memory
I furrow through to find the signs
So I can see the path
But my bridge is damaged
Sediment
I must amend
While I'm coming through
I see the lines they're all around me
But I'm wading through the loss
But I'm coming through
I see beyond my own perception
Where my lies are splintered ash
So I'm coming through
I see the lines they're all around me
But I'm waiting for your cross
I'm still coming through
But not
Without you
I seek my self awake
To dream beyond my solitude
And rediscover memories
That guide me through the fields of restoration
Slowly in my consious
I will be refined and newed
Into stimulation symmetry
Can't you see the path? it's right in front of you
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Will you make me free?
I'm still coming through
But not without you
I lie myself asleep
Within a whisper of reality
Blinded by my achromatic
Tattered memory
I find the signs and hold them high
To keep light in my path
But my bridge is whethered
Si ma
I will amend
While I'm coming through
I see the lines they're all around me
But I'm wading through the loss
But I'm coming through
I see beyond my own perception
Where my lies are splintered ash
So I'm coming through
I see the lines they're all around me
But I'm waiting for your cross
