Sleepwalking past life with a number on your back
Dreaming to be anything but yourself
Your eyes see as far the hand reaches
The proud son of a heart eating machine
Your world is swallowed in a heart of darkness
Black cloud covers all reason and judgment
A palace for parasites and tumors
This is the world of the sleeper
Hordes of desires run to earn a seat in heaven
This generation is engulfed in a blackened dream
Candle and prayer are now the tool of salvation
Blood is justified through the means of politics
Your world is swallowed in a heart of darkness
Black cloud covers all reason and judgment
A palace for parasites and tumors
This is the world of the sleeper
The race for success
Is the beholder of man's ruin
What you want is no longer what you need
So you develop a black whole of an appetite