Conflicts - Lead Hands

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 woken?

Put me under there’s nothing left

When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?

So sick is the plague of the world.

Memories of this 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 woken?

Put me under there’s nothing left

When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?

When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?

Why have I woken?

Put me under!

Why have I woken?

Put me under.

When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?

When will I sleep or am I still dreaming?