My eyes are heavy nas I survey the land I live in.nTime rushes passednme,nLike I never existed.Sleep is the only time I find peace,nIn this worldnof judgment.nBut sometimes sleep takes on a life of it’s own.nC:nI nevernrest,nI never lie.nThe ghosts always come for me,nand In my mind.nInk in mynhands,nThe dreams become lands,nThe perfect life,nThe perfect smile,nDon’tnexist for me.nMy lungs are fillednwith blood I will be dead in seven yearsntime.nnThe fighting never stops,nAnd I wonder why? This only seems to happennto me!nnMy reflection in the mirror,nNever seems to stay in one place.nn(like it should,nLike I wish that it would)nC:nI never rest,nI nevernlie.nThe ghosts always come for me,nThe ghosts always come for me,nand In my mind.nInk in my hands,nthe dreams become lands,nThe perfect life,nThe perfect smile,nDon’tnexist for me.n-B:nPut on trial for no reason.nThey won’t tell me what I’m herenfor!nThe door never opens,nbut one day,nmaybe they’ll let meninside.nBut until then I’ll wait,nThe scabs of my crimes itching mynback.nNever the person I want to be.nNow it’s too late,nThe cleaver’sncoming down!nC:nI never rest,nI never lie.nThe ghosts always come fornme,nIn my mind.nnk in my hands,nThe dreams become lands,nAnd my nightmaresnhilarious to you.nTyrants oversee my life,nI can feel the carving knife.nThenperfect life,nThe perfect smile,nPerfect wife,nPerfect child,nThey don’tnexist in my story.nNot even as an allegory.nI’ll never really be free,nI’mnstill in the colony.