When a millions years of sleep can never delete
These thoughts that are haunting me
And make believe that there's no theme of that
Thin everything I see.
When the walls are in the lawn,
Clawing at the door and screaming what I'm in for
And make believe that there is peace
And that there's nothing to fear at all.
But we have to make a sound,
We've got to make a sound.
We have to change this somehow.
But the air is so clean,
There's no sign of life
In anything I've seen.
There are recurring dreams
Where the clocks strike 13.
That's when they get me.
When a millions years of sleep can never delete
These thoughts that are haunting me
And make believe that there's some hope in this
It's just that I can't see.
When the pictures on the wall,
The pictures of war,
Like a grim, constant reminder
And make believe that there is peace
And let these creeps make their own laws.
But we've got to make it out,
We have to make it out.
We've got to survive somehow,
But the air is so clean,
There's no sign of life
In anything I've seen.
Now remember when you said to me,
"You can't hide while the world comes."
Well we got us a new wall
And I think that you could never know.
And the recurring dreams
Where the clocks strike 13.
That's when they get me.
That's when they get me.