Sleepless

sleepless The night dances on his pupils burning bright towards the morning A brain that has no brakes first gear is of no help Restless wandering through childhood when did it all go wrong? The future lacks meaning leads to another tomorrow Butterflies in the glade, once he was one of them Promises not kept Now he is the only one left. The dell is a housing estate built for the poor who has no choice? Pretty butterflies turn into a moths The night is the only thing you have got consciousness is harmful and brings no sleep