It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curse
Making life easy by making it worse
'My mask is my master', the [bad word] weeps
But his voice is so weak, as he speaks from his sleep
Saying: 'Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?'
People are watching, people who stare
Waiting for something that's already there
'Tomorrow I'll find it', the [bad word] screams
And remembers he's hungry, and drowns in his dreams
Saying: 'Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?'
My head is a nightclub with glasses and wine
The customers dancing or just making time
While Daevid is cursing, the customers scream
Now everyone's shouting, 'Get out of my dream!'
Saying: 'Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?'