Sleepwalking past life with a number on your back Dreaming to be anything but yourself Your eyes see as far the hand reaches The proud son of a heart eating machine Your world is swallowed in a heart of darkness Black cloud covers all reason and judgment A palace for parasites and tumors This is the world of the sleeper Hordes of desires run to earn a seat in heaven This generation is engulfed in a blackened dream Candle and prayer are now the tool of salvation Blood is justified through the means of politics Your world is swallowed in a heart of darkness Black cloud covers all reason and judgment A palace for parasites and tumors This is the world of the sleeper The race for success Is the beholder of man's ruin What you want is no longer what you need So you develop a black whole of an appetite