Weather Machines (The)

In The Dreamtime
I don't want to sleepThe days just dream out loudWithout no chance to speakMy brains can't even tell if I'm waking upI don't want to dream away those demon doubtsI've found no apogeeI'm way too evened outI'm switching offThe terrible instinct to open your eyes Is coming alive Don't say it Of course I never knew this wasn't humanCrossfaded nocturnal knowledge isn't always lucidAre these not the less-known ways to your heart? From Letras Mania