Take this bullet and put it straight to your heart   And start a chorus of a thousand static dreams         I fear the scent of sleep   Hovering over me   Through empty glass mornings   Straight to the final blink      When you step away the world just seems all right   Then you shut your eyes in this never- ending night      Right back in the middle of my room   Counting the shedding sheep   But hope doesn't wait for tomorrow   To brand a dream it's day      And we fall down to feathered bed lines to soak up the answers to these questions   The scent of sleep a state of mind relaxation a dream due back in time   Slavery scores a goal for its freedom sweeter than the soul   From the grapes ripened skin which I'm watered down and filtered in   A tangling trap a journey's end still I'm planted right back in the middle of this static   Right back in the middle of this static      This static called love of free will fate brings all ill and if you think I was going to fall, if you think I was going to fall you can take it back cause this static is clearing up