The Murdered Sleep
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โฑ๏ธ 4:02 duration
๐ ID: 22863590
๐ Lyrics
Blast after blast
Again, wake up as the mind unravels
Night after night, projectiles coming down
The psychological aspects of fear and sleep deprivation are now entwined
Fortitude rots away over time
Awakening prostrated
Contrasting unnatural susceptibility to the awaiting crimes
And the mundanity resuming
The glaring absolute protest of no escape
Arisen, the dormant
The breaking of spirit
The organic process of surrendering to the norm
Bitterly enraged, though I have become
I hate this fucking life of mine
And now I bury the dead
Another day filling a ditch
The streets littered with debris
Still coming to terms, this cannot be happening
Imprisoned
Invigorated mirth
Soon this city of the dead used for resource
Left barren, none shall escape nor be able to flee
A walking, breathing regret
Where there is no solace left
They fucking murdered sleep
I suffer bitterly, when I look at what they have done to me
And I am one of the trapped, but am not one of a few
For there are many afflicted here
Long since forgotten, gazing headlong into fathomless darkness
Wake each night to sirens
Pray to evade the warheads
It all seems random, arbitrary
They murdered sleep
Terror salvos keep me awake
For death wails above me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.00]
[00:22.73] Blast after blast
[00:36.79] Again, wake up as the mind unravels
[00:45.68] Night after night, projectiles coming down
[00:48.14] The psychological aspects of fear and sleep deprivation are now entwined
[00:53.58]
[00:57.29] Fortitude rots away over time
[01:00.92]
[01:02.09] Awakening prostrated
[01:04.69] Contrasting unnatural susceptibility to the awaiting crimes
[01:10.15] And the mundanity resuming
[01:12.97] The glaring absolute protest of no escape
[01:17.41] Arisen, the dormant
[01:19.24] The breaking of spirit
[01:21.05] The organic process of surrendering to the norm
[01:24.45] Bitterly enraged, though I have become
[01:26.92] I hate this fucking life of mine
[01:33.19] And now I bury the dead
[01:37.00] Another day filling a ditch
[01:41.11] The streets littered with debris
[01:43.57] Still coming to terms, this cannot be happening
[01:47.70]
[01:48.34] Imprisoned
[01:51.44] Invigorated mirth
[01:54.91] Soon this city of the dead used for resource
[01:57.83] Left barren, none shall escape nor be able to flee
[02:02.69]
[02:06.82] A walking, breathing regret
[02:08.69] Where there is no solace left
[02:11.26] They fucking murdered sleep
[02:13.44] I suffer bitterly, when I look at what they have done to me
[02:24.31]
[02:56.69] And I am one of the trapped, but am not one of a few
[03:00.60] For there are many afflicted here
[03:04.59] Long since forgotten, gazing headlong into fathomless darkness
[03:11.88] Wake each night to sirens
[03:14.83] Pray to evade the warheads
[03:19.01] It all seems random, arbitrary
[03:25.58] They murdered sleep
[03:29.57] Terror salvos keep me awake
[03:38.12] For death wails above me
[03:42.72]
[00:22.73] Blast after blast
[00:36.79] Again, wake up as the mind unravels
[00:45.68] Night after night, projectiles coming down
[00:48.14] The psychological aspects of fear and sleep deprivation are now entwined
[00:53.58]
[00:57.29] Fortitude rots away over time
[01:00.92]
[01:02.09] Awakening prostrated
[01:04.69] Contrasting unnatural susceptibility to the awaiting crimes
[01:10.15] And the mundanity resuming
[01:12.97] The glaring absolute protest of no escape
[01:17.41] Arisen, the dormant
[01:19.24] The breaking of spirit
[01:21.05] The organic process of surrendering to the norm
[01:24.45] Bitterly enraged, though I have become
[01:26.92] I hate this fucking life of mine
[01:33.19] And now I bury the dead
[01:37.00] Another day filling a ditch
[01:41.11] The streets littered with debris
[01:43.57] Still coming to terms, this cannot be happening
[01:47.70]
[01:48.34] Imprisoned
[01:51.44] Invigorated mirth
[01:54.91] Soon this city of the dead used for resource
[01:57.83] Left barren, none shall escape nor be able to flee
[02:02.69]
[02:06.82] A walking, breathing regret
[02:08.69] Where there is no solace left
[02:11.26] They fucking murdered sleep
[02:13.44] I suffer bitterly, when I look at what they have done to me
[02:24.31]
[02:56.69] And I am one of the trapped, but am not one of a few
[03:00.60] For there are many afflicted here
[03:04.59] Long since forgotten, gazing headlong into fathomless darkness
[03:11.88] Wake each night to sirens
[03:14.83] Pray to evade the warheads
[03:19.01] It all seems random, arbitrary
[03:25.58] They murdered sleep
[03:29.57] Terror salvos keep me awake
[03:38.12] For death wails above me
[03:42.72]