Sarah Sudiacal

WREAKING HAVOC We could’ve picked a better moment As if it could be chosen But I chose to sit beside you then You chose to stay where you’re seated We are doom impending Chaos in the making All because we chose fire over water And we cannot stop us burning We’re headed for disaster We can’t say it doesn’t matter They told us not to cross the lines But we can’t see beyond each other Let’s build a house with ill-fitting rocks We’ll kiss before the fireplace I’ll hold you as the room gets warm As their world and ours turn to ashes I'M WIDE AWAKE AND SLEEPING I'm wide awake and sleeping, My mind can't seem to choose Between the noise and silence Obligation and sweet repose I'm wide awake and sleeping, Can you tell me what to do? I'm locked in here - chained in freedom Accepting the pain I can't seem to feel Or am I rejecting it? My sense agrees that I am covered with bruises Hurting - hurting - over again Tongues lashed me, see my scars! I'm wide awake and sleeping, I wonder if you are. CLOSED OPEN, CLOSE OPENED The truth shall set you free It shall set you free But why behind iron bars I sleep Caused by closing my eyes to see I heard of my flaws and saw my imperfection Displayed - heard and saw, listened and looked Where lies the difference? They say "you have the key" They say “set your spirit free" The spirit in the depths, below - When will it rise to see? That closed eyes are iron bars, And closed ears are the deepest pit. WHAT THE EYES CANNOT SEE Breathing doesn't always mean life Dying doesn't always mean death Doing doesn't mean working Lying on a bed doesn't mean rest Laughing doesn't make someone happy A tear doesn't always mean sadness An offering doesn't make someone sorry Like today doesn't mean tomorrow But lying would always be dishonesty Like black would be the coal, that is, Put on fire, burned and turned to ashes Made to be nothing, nothing at all It’s not always wrong to be wrong But it’s always right to be right Dying doesn't always mean death Breathing doesn't always mean life. PUT ME TO SLEEP BEFORE IT COMES Put me to sleep before it comes I pray that everything in me completely numbs I cannot face it, seeing it coming back Put me to sleep and don't wake me up Sleep is death’s kindred, a kindness That approaches by night and lets A weary soul get rest -- solace A way out of pain and sadness Put me to sleep before it comes An assault of memories -- keeps on Distracting me from my escape It insists -- keeping me awake There is no running away in The night when everyone is kept Tight by a blanket of arms -- so Put me to sleep before it comes