At the age of sixteen

I grew out of hope

I regarded the cosmos

Through a circle of rope

So I threw out my plans

Ran on to the wheel

And emptied my head

Of all childish ideals

The sleep of no feeling

The sleep of no being

The sleep of no dreaming

Married the first girl

Who wasn't a man

And smiled as the spiders

Ran all over my hands

The sleep of no feeling

The sleep of no being

The sleep of no dreaming

Made a good living

By dying it's true

As the world in my TV

Leaked onto my shoes

The sleep of no feeling

The sleep of no being

The sleep of no dreaming