S.L.E.E.P. Testo

I am walking in this world of cardboard cutouts and I can❝t fall asleep. This wont get better will it, when will I learn to dream. Visions burned into my eyes, as I lie here contemplating all the things that sit in the plane of my mind waiting for this time of night. And it❝s alright, this can❝t last long, I hope it will be over soon.
Pushing me awake, can I trust my own lungs to let me dream?
Pushing me awake, can I trust my own dreams to let me breathe?
This tossing and turning is getting old, it❝s leading me on, but it won❝t let me be.
Lying awake
This is getting old, and it won❝t let me be.
Pushing me awake, can I trust myself to dream?