And do your deeds make you feel better?  
  The sound of voices echoes deep into the touch  
  of my fingers, fragile, asking questions  
  
  You seemed like yourself...  
  until you slaughtered,  
  until you raped these feelings,  
  until you couldn't tell apart,  
  what true and what false is in your life,  
  what dream or what reality is in your sleep.  
  
  And then you see them rising  
  Born into your sleep  
  Rising towards your horizon  
  Feel these  
  Dead souls dreaming  
  in your sleep  
  
  Last night I heard you speaking,  
  whisper in your sleep  
  You were talking about strangers,  
  longing for your dreams