I'm tired of lighting candles, just to watch them burn down.
I'm tired of the sound my body makes as it hits the ground.
I'm tired of seeing my friends in caskets, even though we all must die.
I'm tired of my bad habits and how they keep me up at night.
I close my eyes but when I wake, I'm reunited by my mistakes.
I don't want to be woken.
You can't fix what has been broken.
All I wanted was some peace of mind but I dug myself way too deep.
Now I want to leave this place behind but until then just let me sleep.
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out of the sterile room of bloodied scalpels that was errorzone was the wide, pulsing, beating heart of the world. this album is beyond monumental. it is the very ground you cling to. it is the room that saw you weep over the telephone. this isn't beyond, this is here, right now. .c