My dreams keep my eyes awake
Dreaming of burning hearts on stakes
and the big bad wolf eats the lamb
heart on a sleeve, they don't give a damn
but it's so easy for them
when you're doing the hard part yourself
all they have to do is play their cards
collect your thoughts and reopen your scars
find what makes you tick
like a clock between every little click
hands desperately dash for minutes
swinging in circles to get your pulse
pacing slightly faster now
a backache with the current strength of a lake
getting sucked into someone's place
taking over future and certain space
to reinvent the human race
change the feature on a forgotten face
and reintroduce it as the way
the person who's getting us out today
but only if you could see
another lie reflecting me
and say it isn't so, go to bed
rest your weary, tired, and insomnia-based head
your ideas will leak in a week
drain the fever of the mouth through which it speaks
let him breathe through his sick nose
let him be known through the lie we exposed
and cast his dreams off, but he's no survivor
he's only a dying case in this day and age
in a college textbook sort of way
investigate and discriminate
what is that makes him sick
and his eyes opened wide and shot out what they saw
a vision of death to all involved
merely past off as "the greatest hoax"
mankind could drink to this toast
and that would be the end
of a civilization that broke when he said bend
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