Its time to wake up
Sleep threatens the splinters
Holding my love for ransom
I dare not provoke them
My dreams are all I have
I dare not stumble into sands
To which I carry no map
No matter how conceited my illusions are
The axe still rests in my back
It whispers a soft gentle name
As she plots her new game
Chorus
Its time to wake up
Whispered in my soul
Its time to wake up
Whispers uncontrolled
It feels so cold
It feels so cold
I dare not substitute a faster approach
Razors can’t kill me anymore than I already am
Dead
And this I realize
I choose intelligence
instead
Chorus
Its time to wake up
Whispered in my soul
Its time to wake up
Whispers uncontrolled
It feels so cold
I feel so cold
Bridge
Lay down
Again and again
Again and again
I’ll play your game
I’ll play your game
My dreams are all I have
My dreams are all I have
My dreams whisper
It’s time to wake up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem