In the middle of the bed lies a man and he says, he’s afraid of going to sleep
As if the thoughts he could have when sinking away, in a bed, where no one else lays,
could rise up with the beast in the head, with all the tears that didn’t shed;
he’s a searcher for cause
A cane to walk towards the fire; Virgin Mary please guide him
Though he has nothing left to fear, for in hell he’s been already
But he could rise up with the beast in the head, with all the tears that didn’t shed
‘Cause he’s a searcher for cause
Deep, deep, deep away he doesn’t want to rise up the mind;
A fear for the sight there
He was once a lucky one, with a love to balance out his hurt
But man got jealous of other man, so a blade punctured the sleeping lad
Deep, deep, deep away he doesn’t want to rise up the mind
A fear for the sight there
Sleep won’t come today, sleep didn’t come the day before
Because conscience eats away at he who helped the blood shed