The dreaming dead

The dreaming dead is staring at you, through your passive sins
Waiting for you to join them again, the desolated ones

The dreaming dead is offering you, everything they have
A fulfilled vision of distress - a world of emptiness

Chasing, running, hiding - that's the life of a dreaming dead

Falling through the passage of time, without no sign (of) regret
There are no one to carry you now, above the abyss (of) dreams

Breathing, waiting, dying - that's the life of a dreaming dead