There is a feeling
Probably a sensation
That arises in me today
It's like a strange form of irrepressible
Inclination to weeping and rest
I can't decipher the weeping reason
There is an implied joy
But these tears are not flowing for joy
It could be this sick music I'm listening
To and the consciousness to be alone
Although I'm going to meet the world

All my fears come true
All my nightmares come true
It won't be the dark that will send my soul to sleep
It won't be the sun to awake my soul, I'm alive!
I'm free and satisfied
I'm alive, at least until you survive

The soul that doesn't sleep
My, my soul will never sleep
There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today
It's like a strange form of irrepressible
Inclination to weeping and rest
I am alive
At least until you survive