Sleep Is For The Dead

Submerged in the depths
 Wandering the abyss of my mind
 Walking down the steps of my torch lit regret
 Searching for truth in the past I left behind
 In the absence of light
 My eyes slowly adjust to the dark
 Illuminated malignance in sight
 Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart
 I lay awake at night, staring at the wall while I decay inside
 All the pain and anxiety trapped inside my mind is slowly killing me
 I found my way in darkness, forsaken by the world that created me
 A refuge of confinement desperately searching for my sanity
 I can never be what they want me to be
 I can never be what they want me to be
 In the absence of light
 My eyes slowly adjust to the dark
 Illuminated malignance in sight
 Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart
 Submerged in the depths
 Wandering the abyss of my mind
 Walking down the steps of my torch lit regret
 Searching for truth
 I've lost my mind
 I'm sick, the world still calls me schizophrenic
 They won't ever understand, yeah
 I'm a byproduct of this society
 I'm reminded constantly by my anxiety
 Swallow the pills to sleep
 Voices scream in my head, sleep is for the dead
 Swallow the pills to sleep
 Voices scream in my head, sleep is for the dead
 I found my way in darkness, forsaken by the world that created me
 A refuge of confinement desperately searching for my sanity
 I can never be what they want me to be
 I can never be what they want me to be
 In the absence of light
 My eyes slowly adjust to the dark
 Illuminated malignance in sight
 Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart