Sleep Is for the Dead

Submerged in the depths Wandering the abyss of my mind Walking down the steps of my torch lit regret Searching for truth in the past I left behind In the absence of light My eyes slowly adjust to the dark Illuminated malignance in sight Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart I lay awake at night, staring at the wall while I decay inside All the pain and anxiety trapped inside my mind is slowly killing me I found my way in darkness, forsaken by the world that created me A refuge of confinement desperately searching for my sanity I can never be what they want me to be I can never be what they want me to be In the absence of light My eyes slowly adjust to the dark Illuminated malignance in sight Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart Submerged in the depths Wandering the abyss of my mind Walking down the steps of my torch lit regret Searching for truth I've lost my mind I'm sick, the world still calls me schizophrenic They won't ever understand, yeah I'm a byproduct of this society I'm reminded constantly by my anxiety Swallow the pills to sleep Voices scream in my head, sleep is for the dead Swallow the pills to sleep Voices scream in my head, sleep is for the dead I found my way in darkness, forsaken by the world that created me A refuge of confinement desperately searching for my sanity I can never be what they want me to be I can never be what they want me to be In the absence of light My eyes slowly adjust to the dark Illuminated malignance in sight Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart