It makes a lot more sense to be slapped in the face With the truth than to die from a lie It makes a lot more sense to ask questions, Open your mouth and be fed Than to keep it closed and just starve to death All these dreams come rushing back to play When the sickness dissipates Endless nights of sweat and cold Illusions take the stage Put it off, is it really me conjuring these things I may never understand the things I see after I've fallen asleep This is something I want, this is something I need To extinguish a fire that I will no longer feed Because I have burned in the fire, yes I have burned in that fire Just to prove that I am a man, all to no avail Because in the ashes is stand All to no avail, because in the ashes I stand. All these dreams come rushing back to play When the sickness dissipates Endless nights of sweat and cold, Illusions take the stage Put it off, is it really me conjuring these things I may never understand the things I see after I've fallen asleep