Lyrics

Nighttime—always beckoning;
the time to share the world with others no longer
as they live through fantasy while we own reality
Let's take a trip to the adrenaline fields
to harvest artificial insomnia
to let the body and mind run wild

Leave us, Sleep
You may have the weak to hold against their weak wills
We're breaking the binds of sleep
Banish the sandman
Slaughter the sheep
Repress adenosine
to make every hour count

Enjoy the ride under midnight skies;
tomorrow never matters till the sun rises
We bring our bodies to the cliffs of limit
on the walk of delirium, night after night;
inevitably, we collapse over the edge,
falling from capacity
As the sun climbs the horizon,
heavy, then, become our eyes,
and we plunge into the deep seas of sleep
Leave us, Sleep
You may have the weak
to hold against their weak wills
We're breaking the binds of sleep
Banish the sandman
Slaughter the sheep
Repress adenosine
Tranquillity that stimulates the mind...
Places that awaken at night....
Lucubration, locked in a chamber...
Restless, insomnolent brethren
consumed by wanderlust...
Though it all may lead to early graves,
we tear through twilight anyway...
Our bodies have all of death to rest.