The Sleep

In time there's no progression
 We will be lost
 And so will you
 Can you turn the page
 You're dying to read?
 Can you see the things
 Dying to be?
 We are so unresolved
 And full of it
 Convulsions in the flesh
 Obliged to the fun of the irony
 In time we will be free
 In time we will be free
 But we can't wait for it again
 In time we will be free
 But we can't wait for it again
 I shed my skin
 As you turn away
 I turn the bells
 I reverse the effect
 The joke's on you
 But you're not biting now
 The sleep is over
 In time we will see clear
 We cannot stay
 The sleep is over
 Now it's all falling
 Now it's all falling on me
 Falling on me
 Now it's all falling
 Now it's all falling on me
 It's falling on me
 All falling on me