Aphonic Threnody - The Children's Sleep

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Living nightmares are crawling on me day after day.
Trying to find shelter and run away but still I feel them on my skin.
They rack me with pain, my mind they strain and I can't hide.
.. If now you can hear me, please show me some bliss.
as with children when they go to sleep.

Anguish is a sharpened blade cutting a way thru the flesh,
Straight to the heart.
Love and tears, joy and fears, like hammers hitting a wall,
Making it crumble in dust.
Like old men forced to death under the weight of their age,
A voice comes in my dreams.
The world out there is a savage beast that merciless tears apart the weak in its hate feast.

Can you hear me crying at night, where my voice can't scream and tears can't fall out of my eyes?
Where's your hand Father?
It never touches our backs relieving the sorrow and the pain.
Of being vulnerable children in the jaws of this world where you've forgotten about us.
Where what we call love is just another way leading to a place where hope is vain.

Looking outside from the window you see time silent passing,
Decomposing all around.
Men walking the earth as each others slaves,
Careless of what generates hate.
Living in rotten dreams and illusions of power,
They forgot their own brothers' names.
They won't cry, they won't think, they are killing their children in their sleep.

And love in all this is just a cruel myth,
Where they hide in despair.
Believing our world is safe because love is the way that leads to some ecstasy.
And while they cry they will mask with fake smiles the fear for those crawling nightmares.
At night they'll remember them, their children in bed, and the lies relieving their sleep.