Sleep is too quiet
dreams are too painful
Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion
Losing all barbed fences Lucid truth is the bed of this ocean of lies.
"Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier.
soaking from spirits but still far too dry.
The soldier was watching them both fade away.
Nine words create an oblivion ocean:
"Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?"
Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for. Oh god if you save them I'd take them west
we'd start again in the promised land.
Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand! When life is wearing thin we pray: the gods are close at hand when man is
astray. But when it all is said and done
taking his son?
Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful
truth is the bed of this ocean of lies.
Words can create an oblivion ocean:
Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for. "dad tell me, will I be dead very long?"
Oh god if you save them I'd take them west
Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand.
we'd start again (then) in the promised land.
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