The Fine Line Between Sleep and Death

I can feel the seasons slipping away
The memories as well
Hallways of hotels falling in you
Pictures from hell

I can see the layers ripping away
My time is done
Doorways to nowhere calling for you
Stuck in a song

The burden of sleep
Sweet envy of death
The end comes for the weak
And we never rest

I can see the reasons fading away
The message is clear
Buildings on fire falling for you
The end is near

I'm looking out for the Sun
It's coming up crystal clear
I'm looking for everyone
Everyone who comes around here
I don’t mind anyone coming up to me with ideas
But don’t negate the one who’s on
I'm always on