Take this bullet and put it straight to your heart
And start a chorus of a thousand static dreams

I fear the scent of sleep
Hovering over me
Through empty glass mornings
Straight to the final blink

When you step away the world just seems all right
Then you shut your eyes in this never- ending night

Right back in the middle of my room
Counting the shedding sheep
But hope doesn't wait for tomorrow
To brand a dream it's day

And we fall down to feathered bed lines to soak up the answers to these questions
The scent of sleep a state of mind relaxation a dream due back in time
Slavery scores a goal for its freedom sweeter than the soul
From the grapes ripened skin which I'm watered down and filtered in
A tangling trap a journey's end still I'm planted right back in the middle of this static
Right back in the middle of this static

This static called love of free will fate brings all ill and if you think I was going to fall, if you think I was going to fall you can take it back cause this static is clearing up

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