Žodžiai dainai: Ceremony. Asleep.

I've given up too many nights, in hopes to hide away with sleep.
I'm running from my enemy, but still she drags me by the feet.
Fuck days when I can't find the time, or even care to open my eyes.
I drill the clock into the wall.
Pass hours until I'm wrinkled thin.
Nightmares seem to follow me, it's getting hard to remember my dreams.
If I stay awake tonight I'll gain much more than growing old.
Now each eyelid shut, I'm giving in but never giving up.
Wake up