Текст: AFI. The Art Of Drowning. Dream Of Waking.

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I feel it washing over me,
the slow poisonous tide.
pins and needles dance on me.
sickness undefined.
now i'm afraid to face the sky.
please someone hear my haunted cries.
please let them waken me.
please let them waken me.
please let them waken me.
please let them waken me.
go!
with eyes sewn shut i still can see (i end up somewhere)
all that is surrounding me (somewhere between)...
between a dream (i end up somewhere) and motionless reality,
will i forever lie?
i feel it binding so smoothly.
i see myself below.
i feel it gnawing, eating me.
poisonous and slow.
my mind it speeds.
my voice has died.
God let me make the faintest cry.
please let them waken me.
please let them waken me.
please let them waken me.
please let them waken me.
go!
with eyes sewn shut i still can see (i end up somewhere)
all that is surrounding me (somewhere between)...
between a dream (i end up somewhere) and motionless reality,
will i forever lie?
binded by my hands, by my legs, by my eyes,
by my mouth, bind everything.
opened up and for the taking,
just one touch and i'll be yours.
opened up wide for the breaking,
just one touch and i'll be yours.
what's on the other side of the mirror?
to cry, i try, to break the static keeping me here in between.
what's on the other side of the mirror?
to cry, i try, to break the static keeping me here,
the static keeping me here in between