Dead Dreams

I don't know when they stopped

But it's been years

Since I dreamed last

Nine to five 

Five days a week

Two days off 

The cycle repeats 

A hospital for my disease 

Its something I need 

Blocked 

Ideas committing suicide in my head 

But when I see her face 

The world seems worth it 

Inch by inch I crawl

Ledge by ledge I grab on

And get up whenever she knocks me down

The story of my dead dreams 

Is one with only her in it

She is my common sense 

And what's the difference 

Between that and my decadence?

We will carry on this cycle 

Even when we are dead and gone 

The world we lived in

Will remember the arson we committed 

As around us everything burns 

And on the backs of angels 

We fly

Inspired by Fight Club

The Bilge Master