the sleeping beauty

• tiamat parçası.
  
  alone ı sit, ı wonder why
  you dream of love and so do ı
  but in your sleep you cannot see
  this pain which is always haunting me
  what ı need ı'll never feel
  this world is for me unreal
  so ı drink to darkness with a candle lit
  and through the whole night alone ı sit
  
  the sleeping beauty
  she stops the bleeding
  she stops the bleeding in my soul
  she is fresh air in this stinking world
  
  the more ı drink, the more ı see
  that suicide could be the key
  to the place called paradise
  where pain not dwells, not hate nor lies
  but if ı look beyond all this
  ı reckon something ı would surely miss
  because in my dreams ı rule my life
  and the sleeping beauty is my wife
  
  the sleeping beauty
  she stops the bleeding
  she stops the bleeding in my soul
  she is fresh air in this stinking world