Awaken For a severed head might do the trick To keep alps and mares at bay And save you from dying in your sleep Swirling reality of obscure origin No obsessive mare shall plague me Until they swim all the waters That flow upon the earth But is their staring benign? Are they aware of the signs? Or am I trapped in a world In which terror reigns nigh? False awakening Surreal interpretation Their faceless expressions And textless writing Condemned to this weight Of eternal punishment The mares' pressure Creeping up from below False awakening Surreal interpretation Their faceless expressions And textless writing But is their staring benign? And are they aware of the signs? Or am I trapped in a world In which terror reigns nigh? Colors quickly turn to dust A deceitful vignette starts to form Oceans dry and mountains crumble The mind becomes aware Awaken For a severed head won't do the trick To save our irrelevant human bodies From the mare sitting on your chest.