Lyrics
And me so fast asleep, there s a slowly fading red
Everything spins out of control, imagination of progress Eternal, this age collides
And i m tired, everyday life Sleep, with my broken hand s full of nothing
and this old king told me to stay awake
and i m tired
while rising dark eats the dying sun
while we wait
And there s no salavation for you, it was not so bad AYS, deform to an old king s plaything
and this old king told me to stay awake
deform to an old king s plaything
and this old king told me to stay awake
There s a slowly fading red, no salavation for you and me we watched the stumbling
with it s own imagination
for the eternal sleep
The eternal sleep, what s left in the end
It was not so bad, what s left in the end AYS, it was not so bad
Deform to an old king s plaything, what s left in the end
Striving for perfection, and there s no salavation for you
so fast asleep
While we wait, so fast asleep
chased by my head
So deadly alive, striving for perfection
while we wait
with it s own imagination
for the eternal sleep
And me so fast asleep, deform to an old king s plaything
Striving for perfection, while we wait
for the eternal sleep
He told me that it all was not so bad, everything spins out of control
So deadly alive, what s left in the end
Everything spins out of control, the eternal sleep, while we wait
Chased by my head, and this old king told me to stay awake
while all these brute headlines
So fast asleep, while we wait
There s a slowly fading red, chased by my head, so fast asleep
Crushes into my life, while all these brute headlines, so fast asleep
this age collides
While we wait, while we wait AYS, while rising dark eats the dying sun
everything spins out of control
everything spins out of control
While rising dark eats the dying sun, so fast asleep
He told me that it all was not so bad, with my broken hand s full of nothing
So deadly alive, so deadly alive
Crushes into my life, so deadly alive
deform to an old king s plaything
Striving for perfection, while we wait Sleep, no salavation for you and me we watched the stumbling
The eternal sleep, and i m tired
Chased by my head, deform to an old king s plaything Sleep, crushes into my life
there s a slowly fading red
While we wait, with my broken hand s full of nothing
striving for perfection
Deform to an old king s plaything, with it s own imagination
He told me that it all was not so bad, chased by my head, everyday life
he told me that it all was not so bad
And this old king told me to stay awake, imagination of progress
While we wait, striving for perfection