Somnium - My Iron Lung

Walk a line between day and night

Natures clock, a way to keep things in order

But only half of us wake up at the right time

In the morning there’s a mirror in the hallway

That you stare in, displaying an image

A reflection of all the choices made

All the time you’ve invested in things other than yourself

From the hallway to the living room

Think it over slow, there’s a window that daylight hits

When it’s open you can hear it, the chaos in the streets

Every day routine sounds just like how today feels;

familiar

Then the night strikes and you’ll find things to be different

You can feel it, so careless and free, so dark and poisoning

The night, warm blood and high spirits

At the time, the low light fit us perfect

Like the shade of your face under dim light

It kept me staring until the shade departs, when the day arrives

And I’m exposed to everything

The imperfections, the truth and lies

Light and dark, neither can survive at the same time

Only one lets you see

There’s beauty in survival, there’s beauty in leaving