Nighttime—always beckoning
The time to share the world with others no longer
As they live through fantasy while we own reality
Let's take a trip to the adrenaline fields
To harvest artificial insomnia
To let the body and mind run wild
Leave us, Sleep
You may have the weak
To hold against their weak wills
We're breaking the binds of sleep
Banish the sandman
Slaughter the sheep
Repress adenosine
To make every hour count
Enjoy the ride under midnight skies
Tomorrow never matters till the sun rises
We bring our bodies to the cliffs of limit
On the walk of delirium, night after night
Inevitably, we collapse over the edge
Falling from capacity
As the sun climbs the horizon
Heavy, then, become our eyes
And we plunge into the deep seas of sleep
Leave us, Sleep
You may have the weak
To hold against their weak wills
We're breaking the binds of sleep
Banish the sandman
Slaughter the sheep
Repress adenosine
Tranquillity that stimulates the mind
Places that awaken at night
Lucubration, locked in a chamber
Restless, insomnolent brethren
Consumed by wanderlust
Though it all may lead to early graves
We tear through twilight anyway
Our bodies have all of death to rest
