Sleeping Without Eyelids

information is in the air, in the dark, in the light, in the space that we think no one can see

it flows through our eyes and attcks vicerally

a man once told you a wise thing though now listning you regret

"sleep is just a temporary coffin for your head"

a wall, a sheild, a barrier is needed

to keep us from each day feeling lost and defeated

our eyelids are the answer, the code and the key

help us imagine a place to be free

walk through the frame of a blind man's lens

see third for him and you shall be clensed

of all of your sins, your wrong doings, your foul

two sharp eyes watching over you, look closely as they howl

see through the lies they continue to tell

find a pattern, you can see it well

washed over again, washed over again

looking through the mirror

looking to the stars inside

see through the eyes of the blind man's dog

a constant shroud of confusion and fog

the same when he wakes up as when he goes to sleep

cool blue reason pullling him in too deep

walk around the block synchronize your clocks

look up at the sky, the seagulls in a flock

battered down again, by the weight of the sky

the sky is coming down, make peace before you die