falling closer to the ground that's somewhere far below,
this maddening state that you're forced to call your home
desperate in the free fall, you reach for whatever you can find
to somehow slow this deafening speed that engulfs all sense of time
you find your voice to scream for some help to grab your hand
to realize any hope is rapidly falling from your grasp
open your eyes, then it can be over
hold your arms up, and call out louder
open your eyes, its come to an end
you're on the ground, to start over again..
but next time your eyes find the night,
this nightmare continues its endless fight. .
in a long feared sleep, this dream haunts me
a constant battle to keep reality. .
:: lets all pack up and move this year. . we'll slip the lirs, and disappear. ::