Lyrics
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
