Somatic

The Elders would take turns
Using sticks to draw in dirt
Change in weather patterns
You, you would wake us up
Wake me up
I can’t believe what you say
Or what made you want to stay

I know there’s a plague
That those moments, often vague
Will haunt you
Is he coming back?
A devil dressed in red
Crawling on the floor
Just like he did before

Undeserving lack of sleep
Any chance to have a dream
I’d like to be with them
Any chance to have a dream
If I made the change on the note you wrote
Would it even count?
Any chance to have a dream
Tore a hole, it’s at the bottom of the bag
Now we watch it empty sand

Smiling and laughing, my demons reacting
Please, take me instead

Does the light burn your skin?
Is the Sun blinding your eyes?
Blood countess
When the evening is ripe
All the mirrors will hide away
Blood countess

I know there’s a plague
That those moments, often vague
Will haunt you
I would start the search
But tonight you won’t wake up
Is he coming back?
A devil dressed in red
Crawling on the floor
Just like he did before

Undeserving lack of sleep
Any chance to have a dream
I’d like to be with them
Any chance to have a dream
If I made the change on the note you wrote
Would it even count?
Any chance to have a dream
Tore a hole it’s at the bottom of the bag
Now we watch it empty sand