Lying awake with nothing to say
The sandman ignores every wish that i make
In every truth there is a lie
Lost as i am with no tears left to cry
Once again were walking on shardes of clay
Walking along with nothing to say
Hiding in the wings of the Harapeice
Mistaken by the angels of truth
Drained by the symptoms of a democracy
Shocked by the reruns of youth
Only as i lie here in bed
Could i empty my head of all those little things
I had left behind or lost
Carapeice of mind for all the saints
Troubled by the use of faith
Is it all a lie if we'd all rather try
An easier way around
Than a bullet in the sky from the stage