Graveyard Shift The Acacia Strain (Ft. Sven de Caluwé)

I cut out her tongue when she said my name
My eyes are open but I am not awake
They found the knife buried deep inside her
The sky seems higher
The sun seems brighter

Black and blue, broken, bloodied and bruised
Black and blue, broken, bloodied and bruised

Just like a dream from which you never wake up
This is a dream from which I never wake up

I am in hell
Trapped inside myself
Ignorance is bliss
And there is freedom in carelessness

I sleep, but I refuse to dream
Don't you ever pray for me
Coming apart at the seams
There is no good inside of me

One day a storm will come and wash away the weak
Someday death will come and wake me from this sleep
We are defined by the burdens we keep
The burden I see is the burden of sleep