I Won't Let You Wake Up
Storm's warning
You're putting
Calm mind
On soft stone of oblivion
Just drive blame blind
Soul's calling
Behold it
Someday
When you're awaken from illness
Just drive blame blind
Fuck
Welcome to the last circle of hell
Welcome to the visions pestilence
I won't let you wake up
Can you see the inferno of pain
Can you feel the heat of burning flesh
I won't let you wake up
Hot pitch falls on your gear
It pierces your lids, plasters your skin
I won't let you wake up
So breath again, tread carefully
Chasm of death, bland air, Cyclone B
I won't let you wake up
I won't let you wake up
Under space of your lies
Waiting for you garnishee order
Under space of your lies
Waiting for you yell and, oh, cry
Your eye floats on the nightmare
And no-one can catch it on the ground
Behind the curtain of your sweet dreams
You will never found
Your own safe escape route
Bitch
Catch waste stream of your groove
Come up to sharp high edge, oh
You're closer to perfect desire
Just give it yourself
Wait for the sainted gods jet
Feel razor-water in your gullet
You're closer to perfect desire
Just give it yourself
Just give it yourself
Many years
You were late
For image of mare
Ask god for alarm
Beg for the end
Wait for the morning
Or for a death
But good night and sleep well
Catch waste stream of your groove
Come up to sharp high edge, oh
You're closer to perfect desire
Just give it yourself
Wait for the sainted gods jet
Feel razor-water in your gullet
You're closer to perfect desire
Just give it yourself
Just give it yourself
You cannot breathe
You cannot feel
You are a puppet
In the theater ends
Mouth cover with pillow
Heart wrapped in linen
Brain in a haze of feathers
Sweats all over the soul
I won't let you wake up
I won't let
Never
I won't let you wake up
I won't let
No
I won't let you wake up
I won't let
Fuck
I won't let you wake up
I won't let you wake up
You're putting
Calm mind
On soft stone of oblivion
Just drive blame blind
Soul's calling
Behold it
Someday
When you're awaken from illness
Just drive blame blind
Fuck
Welcome to the last circle of hell
Welcome to the visions pestilence
I won't let you wake up
Can you see the inferno of pain
Can you feel the heat of burning flesh
I won't let you wake up
Hot pitch falls on your gear
It pierces your lids, plasters your skin
I won't let you wake up
So breath again, tread carefully
Chasm of death, bland air, Cyclone B
I won't let you wake up
I won't let you wake up
Under space of your lies
Waiting for you garnishee order
Under space of your lies
Waiting for you yell and, oh, cry
Your eye floats on the nightmare
And no-one can catch it on the ground
Behind the curtain of your sweet dreams
You will never found
Your own safe escape route
Bitch
Catch waste stream of your groove
Come up to sharp high edge, oh
You're closer to perfect desire
Just give it yourself
Wait for the sainted gods jet
Feel razor-water in your gullet
You're closer to perfect desire
Just give it yourself
Just give it yourself
Many years
You were late
For image of mare
Ask god for alarm
Beg for the end
Wait for the morning
Or for a death
But good night and sleep well
Catch waste stream of your groove
Come up to sharp high edge, oh
You're closer to perfect desire
Just give it yourself
Wait for the sainted gods jet
Feel razor-water in your gullet
You're closer to perfect desire
Just give it yourself
Just give it yourself
You cannot breathe
You cannot feel
You are a puppet
In the theater ends
Mouth cover with pillow
Heart wrapped in linen
Brain in a haze of feathers
Sweats all over the soul
I won't let you wake up
I won't let
Never
I won't let you wake up
I won't let
No
I won't let you wake up
I won't let
Fuck
I won't let you wake up
I won't let you wake up
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Writer(s): Dezydery Barłowski
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