Selcouth Sleep

Have you ever been a guest in your own insane sleep?
Looking at the longing for displaced gleam
Neither of them seems to notice this drizzle of heat
I'm falling right to their mouth, they want me thrilled
The world in my head is nothing more than burning beliefs
I'm scraping the worst pictures and putting you into them
Scanning your face for months was a pleasure of freak
Being every slipping in front of your deeds

Dyed hair as my disgrace
Another surface to dread
Nooks in the streets between the loops of my waking
Pull me out of used fate
Drilling my name again

I cannot breathe your air through the waking membrane
When I hide in my eyelids indebted to them
I close another horizon in this spinless trap
With a new reference to the barren highlands

Dyed hair as my disgrace
Another surface to dread
Nooks in the streets between the loops of my waking
Pull me out of used fate
Drained

And all I locked in tiny dots of your bright face has drenched in desolution
Tryouts die and there's no hide to be profound about my dead submission
A fairy tale with its ending hidden under the cover of my favor
Nothing less than everything that I care for was torn right in the middle