Think of all the things that happen while your sleeping
Your discontinuity is all that's keeping
Universal order from a-manifesting on this earth
Every day you build a structure that gets broken
Things you should have written down were only spoken
Every night, a death and every morning, your rebirth

And you're just a breathing corpse with temporary sentience,
Just a breathing corpse aspiring to be more
Than a breathing corpse with a chip on it's should and a stubborn heart
That's what the breathing corpse visions are for.

Luckily a-nowadays your corpse is recorded
Every single piece of data is reported
To a wealthy loner in a barren electronic shell
He will use your body to abandon the process
Split his mind in half like the Red Sea's Moses
Immortality is just a different kind of Hell.

And you're just a breathing corpse with temporary sentience,
Just a breathing corpse aspiring to be more
Than a breathing corpse with a chip on it's should and a stubborn heart
That's what the breathing corpse visions are for.

If I never go to sleep, then I won't die
If I never go to sleep, then I won't die
If I never go to sleep, then I won't die
I want to stay alive

You can never transcend imperfection
Your entire being is a misdirection
From the cosmic essence that your ego's too fragile to bear
Little did you know your subconscious is bleeding
Droplets of your soul are fast depleting
Living in the dreamscape too far gone to care.

And you're just a breathing corpse with temporary sentience,
Just a breathing corpse aspiring to be more
Than a breathing corpse with a chip on it's should and a stubborn heart
That's what the breathing corpse visions are for.