Sleepwalking

I have been walking in my sleep

and only now I am beggining to wake up

I used to have nightmares

Now I know they are for real

Sweat, confused, disoriented, lost

Like a cloaustrophobic in a cage

and I want to get the fuck out

These problems we have got a very much for real

Is a fight to live less noble than a fight to survive?

These scraps we are served only increses the ever present hunger

for something more, something more than crumbs for a sickening table

Oh mind troubled oh heart flat and punctured

Only frustrations are flowing in these veins

There is no food, there is no refuge

Still we marvel at our own madness

in the gaze of a world that we created

but still cannot recognize as our own

ugly as it is to us now

an image of harmony at the centere of misery

freedom lost to slavery

I used to have nightmares

now I know they are for real

Try to take one step over the edge

and see where you fall

you'll see they look down on you

you'll see they throw stones at you

and spit

These problems we have got a very much for real

Is a fight to live less noble than a fight to survive?

These scraps we are served only increses the ever present hunger

for something more, something more than crumbs for a sickening table