| So calm is the wake from a dream, | |
| Returning to the world feels strange. | |
| Did I sleep, or am I still sleeping? | |
| Memories of the world are drawn together, | |
| In mediums that these eyes have not seen. | |
| Put me under, there is nothing left. | |
| When will I sleep, my eyes are so heavy. | |
| Why have I awoken? | |
| Put me under, there is nothing left. | |
| When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming? | |
| So sick is the plague of the world. | |
| Memories of the world are drawn together, | |
| In mediums that these eyes have not seen. | |
| Put me under, there is nothing left. | |
| When will I sleep, my eyes are so heavy. | |
| Why have I awoken? | |
| Put me under, there is nothing left. | |
| When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming? | |
| Why have I woken? Put me under. | |
| When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming? |