Are You Anywhere? Poison the Well

Go to sleep, go to sleep
I'm hardly what I make myself out to be
I know what happens when I'm alone
Go to sleep
The cowering and whimpering of a weak-willed son
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child

I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore

Go to sleep, go to sleep
The constant confrontation that I protect
Protect myself from every night
Go to sleep
No preparation avails me for what's to come
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child

I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore

Now will it be rainbows or knives
This isn't funny anymore