This agonizing walk towards sleep…
I don’t want it but it seems that it is needed,
The future requires my effort
And I am such a fake;
Bedding with familiar malts and hops gets me by.
What do you do to get by?
That’s right… you don’t see.
So, I guess it’s quite easy for you to sleep
(as I fight it)
I die so gently, yet you are all in view.