Wake me up from sleep
Wake me up from sleep
wake me up from sleep , sleep, sleep
Ooh
wake me from sleep
wake me from sleep
ooh wake me from sleep
How can I burden you
pure and nature with cries
Of the artificial hell
that man has created
and named as so
and named as so
and named as so
and named as so, so, so
and named as so, they say,
better than what nature
has ordained on us, on us, on us, us
Stripped of the essence
plugged into the machinery of greed
washers and screws, bolts and nuts
sounds, and false gods, blood of oil, diesel
of the monstrous creation's waste
choking on nature’s breath, breath
On nature’s breath
On nature’s breath
On nature’s breath
And to the end on the dying bed
what will man be defined by
be defined by, be define by
what will man be defined by
Spat out like the bones that lie on floors
of the beastly den on retirement
another pure soul
begging to be consumed
Into the machinery of manufacture
The manufacture
The manufacture
The manufacture
Into the machinery
of the manufacture
Eagerly waiting to replace
another on plates
of beastly gauge
lamps to the slaughter
lamps to the slaughter
lamps to the slaughter
The emptiness of an existence
with the lure of climbing up
this ladder of raw
raw, raw, raw, of raw
Has evolution been the curse of man
The curse of man
The curse of man
To have lost the essence of living
if so then wake me back from bed
into a bird, to a rat, to a frog, turkey
wake me from sleep
Oooh wake me from sleep
wake me from sleep
sleep, sleep, wake me from sleep
Of a slave to the monstrous beast
wake me from sleep
wake me from sleep
Make me whole again
let me value life again
and appreciate simple things
before my dying bed again
Take me back into
the garden of Eden, Eden
Wake me from sleep
wake me from sleep
wake me from, sleep, sleep sleep
wake me from sleep
