And do your deeds make you feel better?
  The sound of voices echoes deep into the touch
  of my fingers, fragile, asking questions

  You seemed like yourself...
  until you slaughtered,
  until you raped these feelings,
  until you couldn't tell apart,
  what true and what false is in your life,
  what dream or what reality is in your sleep.

  And then you see them rising
  Born into your sleep
  Rising towards your horizon
  Feel these
  Dead souls dreaming
  in your sleep

  Last night I heard you speaking,
  whisper in your sleep
  You were talking about strangers,
  longing for your dreams