| I remember when I close my eyes |
| A distant figure foreboding in my sights |
| Stoic lines were etched across his face |
| His hair a flowing grey |
| His marble eyes opaque |
| A voice of an angel, it was so crystalline |
| Our conversations so complex no one could conceive |
| I recall like it was yesterday |
| So vivid and clear was the reflection staring back at me |
| «Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed» |
| But there are memories I will never escape |
| I pray for slumber |
| A lifetime of pain is buried within me |
| Buried six feet deep |
| It’s only just begun |
| The days events preceding like needles they stung |
| Fear has taken my mind |
| Invasive like a parasite |
| A journey so explicit, we swore to never speak of it |
| Extreme aspirations of another world |
| To conquer all the stars |
| But I’m afraid we’ve travelled much too far |
| This thought has rocked me to my core |
| This nightmare’s only just begun |
| «Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed» |
| Most men will never see what I’ve seen |
| They’ll never transcend lucidly |
| But there are memories I will never escape |
| I pray for slumber |
| A lifetime of pain is buried within me |
| Buried six feet deep |
| I know things will never be the same |
| I pray for slumber |
| For this was conjured inside of my head |
| His statue remains at the end of my bed |
| Hypnos, you have forsaken me |