The Soul That Doesn't Sleep

There is a feeling, probably a sensation That arises in me today It's like a strange form of irrepressible inclination To weeping and rest I can't decipher the weeping reason There is an implied joy But these tears are not flowing for joy It could be this sick music I'm listening to And the consciousness to be alone Although I'm going to meet the world All my fears come true All my nightmares come true It won't be the dark that will send my soul to sleep It won't be the sun to awake my soul, I'm alive! I'm free and satisfied I'm alive, at least until you survive The soul that doesn't sleep My, my soul will never sleep There is a feeling, probably a sensation That arises in me today It's like a strange form of irrepressible inclination To weeping and rest I am alive, at least until you survive I am alive, at least until you survive I am alive, at least until you survive I am alive, at least until you survive