Morpheus

Are you sure
That we are awake?
It seems to me
That yet we sleep
It seems to me
That yet we dream
It happens in silence
And in disguise
I breathe in darkness
And helpful pain
Like smoke ascends
Or stairs descend
I came, I saw
And took away
The cleansed past
Morpheus comes
Are you sure
That we are awake?
It seems to me
That yet we sleep
It seems to me
That yet we dream
It happens in silence
And in disguise
I breathe in darkness
And helpful pain
Like smoke ascends
Or stairs descend
I came, I saw
And took away
The cleansed past
Morpheus comes
The cleansed past
Morpheus comes