Sitting there awake, cannot get to sleep.
Spirits still awake in the recurring dream.
Recurring themes drowning in your mind.
Coming to the surface to break apart all time.
Polarizing parallels, wanting everything.
All the hopes and dreams spiral into nothing.
Drinking in the dissolution; echoes of the past.
Ripples in time are finally catching up at last.
Sleeping with the TV set, receiving waves of fear.
Voices of the dead come crawling across the years.
The smoke of the poison is filling up the room.
The vast waste of resource is signalling our doom.