When I sleep I rest my eyes beneath a charcoal sun Fueled by dread and inhibitions And when I wake Only the air is clear and tempered My world is ablaze There is want outside my door A marching silence Shorn of mercy and restitution I plead for relief But alas, They infect my step with numbers I know not with what to please them They thrive like rapid wildfire So judge me now As a solemn winter Unable to ice a flame A scourge upon this plague Fighting fire with brimstone soul Unleash fury upon wrath And sleep again in peace Fueled by satisfaction and relief