temptation you will say has touched us all tonight there is a way to peace for us somewhere a place of peace i want to sleep the wrong way - with a razor kissing flesh the perfect sort of sleep synthesised in what you d call the artificial path to nothingness and greyish light you won t you hold me again and put me to sleep with your words the subtle brand of comfort that you re selling to the addicts like myself in my own private drug dictating here the hallucinogenic composition of my world of my narcotic smile the code you won t decipher it all makes sense when i ve been dreaming i would love to sleep again but sleep the way i d love to sleep won t come without a struggle i ll catch myself when i ve decided that i m falling and i m falling into sleep supported by thorn-bitten hands who promise they won t fail the next time but you would say that sleep is beauty my drained face asleep i won t deny myself the chance for love the day i sleep the wrong way metal is a comfort as soothing as your whispers the day i understand my own words is the day i sleep in peace and swallow the last white chemical that falls into my throat and lets me find my dreams of sleep the way i d love to sleep where passion s bloodless heart awaits me in the space where i pretend to understand that what i do is wrong