Mud

You don't let me dream. You're waking me up 
Just to drink with me one warm cup of mud 
I feel so ashamed. You're shaving your skin 
Your blood runs insane while my will is weak 

Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess 

This night looks so grim inspired by the storm 
My faint childhood dreams would not ever grow 
I feel ready now. This fear makes me blind 
I'm drowning deep down. You're rising 

Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess 

We're booth made of mud