Sleepwalkers Songtext

von Vulture Industries

In a grey haze I find myself
Crawling upwards on cold rock shelves.
Knees scratched and bleeding,
My mind a blur.
On a path,
But I don't know to where.
On my way I pass many folks
Heading up, down, some as inert bulks,
Some come shambling in jerky streams
Like sleepwalkers
In a jittery dream.

As I reach further up the winding stairs,
I sense gradual shifts in the air.
It gets more cumbersome to breathe and climb
And the fog thickens
Over a shrouded mind.
The passing shapes now
Seem to notice me more
As something alien, something deplored.
As something dangerous, their faces tell,
I'm a vile creature, an image of hell.
Countless shapes lift my body from the floor,
Drags me off in wonder
As to what I have in store,
Will I soon be squandered?
Like a match burnt out,
Like a twisted nail.
Like bad cloth torn asunder,
Yanked away with force
As thread was wrong.
I was expelled from the dream;
Ushered down into oblivion.
Cast into the bowels of the great beyond,
Into the unseen,
Slowly devoured by the void,
That dreadful endless sea.