It begins with a blessing

and it ends with a curse;

Making life easy,

by making it worse;

My mask is my Master,

The trumpeter weeps,

But his voice is so weak

As he speaks from his sleep, saying

Why, why, why, why are we sleeping!



People are watching,

people who stare;

waiting for something

that's already there.

Tomorrow I'll find it ,

The trumpeter screams,

And remembers he's hungry

And drowns in his dreams, saying

Why, why, why, why are we sleeping!



My head is a nightclub

With glasses and wine;

The customers dancing

Or just making time;

While Daevid is cursing

The customers scream!

Now everyones shouting,

";Get out of my dreams!";