The Lachrymal Sleep

Useless numb existence, I breathe

My tired limbs crawling through mud

Sickening clamour from bodies so still

Weakened by each moment I breathe

Let me slip into hiding

Let me dream, one final dream

In this coffin of light

In which I live kills my will

To feel alive

I beg you to, help me through

Red colours the broken

Embodies the snow

I bleed with the cold

Let me slip into hiding

Let me dream,

One final dream

In this coffin of light

In which I live kills my will

To feel alive

I beg you to, help me through