These Waking Dreams

Drifting deeper in the jade

Drowning in the verde fade

Slowly I am swept away

Taken to a darker day



When you were not mine, fate resigned

Blood was paid and flesh betrayed

If I could find the way back home

I know I'd see you waiting there for me

So we could lock away our memories

And with the dawn, we'll be reborn



Your clientele

My padded cell

I'll never win this fight

I'll never see our light

There is no cure

Poison the pure



Pictures pulsing in and out

Vertigo via roundabout



Broken glass photographs

Afterthought epitaphs

Marching under banners of death

Spare me, o wicked tongue

Echoes of other lungs

Breathing your breath



You cried out their names

Casting hope down in flames



If I could find the way back home

I know I'd see you waiting there for me

So we could lock away our memories

And with the dawn, we'll be reborn



Your clientele

My padded cell

I'll never win this fight

I'll never see our light

There is no cure

Poison the pure



I want to forget these waking dreams