One day
You will be the one
To say I'm sick of empty fun
It means if your faith is strong
It means you are no longer astray
See I see all the light
It comes straight from the sun
And I want to get near
So I can be clear

Soon I will
Merge with the one
Soon I will
Be with the love
One day
When the lights turn green
There is no time
This love I thirst

Don't get shy
Don't get caught
With the world
And its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship
Or lazy sleazy thoughts

Soon I will
Merge with the one
Soon I will
Be with the lvoe
One day
When the light turns green
There is no time
This love I thirst

Don't get shy
Don't get caught
With the world
And its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship
Or lazy sleazy thoughts

(The Sister of Sleep)
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He was thought of as strange
A good looking man
And shallow eyes
Like two hidden from view and
Empty puddles of hue
His views on death
Spread like two anecdotal tales
Although he reclining declining
To disclose in public
These opinions in public
The tales held the key

Death is the surname of sleep
But the surname unknown to us
Sleep is the daily end of life
A small exercise in death
Which is it's sister
But not every brother and sister
Are equally close
Giving to the enemy
A small exercise in submission
And holding onto nothing

He was thought of as strange
A good looking man
And shallow eyes
Like two hidden from view
And empty puddles of hue
His views on death.


One day
You will be the one
To say
I'm sick of empty fun
It means
If your faith is strong
It means
You are no longer astray
See I see all the light
It comes straight from teh sun
And I want to get near
So I can be clear

Don't get shy
Don't get caught
With the world
And its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship
Or lazy sleazy thought