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Counting the sheep's as a nightly routineThat has never encountered such a blasphemous dreamA herd of wolves viciously ripping theFur and the flesh of their prey causesYour own deprivation of sleepYou turn as your sleep is adjourned, But powerless of lifting your body becomes a concernEyes struggling to see the dimmest of surroundings,The coward is intricately ripping your lashesTo hold them shut tightly, oh so tightly.Paralyzed physically as if you fell from a 50 story building, The struggle to revive oneself takes more than a machine.Questioning his motives, the nightmare you thought was a fallacy; Was an Acoma that had people asking, "How many more days does he have to live?!"Relatives mourning in the evening till the morning, Is time even relevant when you're on the vergeOf complying with the wishes of joining God and heaven's glory?Constant reverberations unable to distinguish A human's voice from angel's harmonic chanting; A task, life take Aus Songtexte Mania