Halo of Flies - Cave In

Reality rose like the sun, and still I slept through it:

«I can always witness it another morning…»

The thoughts like these are cemented in procrastination

Now this part of 'she' is liquid form somewhere on the floor

As a self-defiant need for a cure

Diagnosed to emerge and roam away

From roads as thick as foam

You wish to burn the candles that quietly service the arm

Another day with the shades pulled down

Until the swallow returns her to sleep

A father knocks on the silent door

While this part of 'she' has become an inferno shame

Louder than we expect from such silent candles

Not so secret anymore

Now the eyes of my eyes have opened

Now the eyes of my ears cling dear

Never let the swallow return you back to sleep

The smell of wounds have left you bug-bitten here

And again I know reality shall rise tomorrow

This time I hope to be awake

For I cannot postpone another morning

Never let the swallow return you to sleep