Sleepwalking

I have been walking in my sleep And only now I am beggining to wake up I used to have nightmares Now I know they are for real Sweat, confused, disoriented, lost Like a cloaustrophobic in a cage And I want to get the fuck out These problems we have got a very much for real Is a fight to live less noble than a fight to survive? These scraps we are served only increses the ever present hunger For something more, something more than crumbs for a sickening table Oh mind troubled oh heart flat and punctured Only frustrations are flowing in these veins There is no food, there is no refuge Still we marvel at our own madness In the gaze of a world that we created But still cannot recognize as our own Ugly as it is to us now An image of harmony at the centere of misery Freedom lost to slavery I used to have nightmares Now I know they are for real Try to take one step over the edge And see where you fall You'll see they look down on you You'll see they throw stones at you And spit These problems we have got a very much for real Is a fight to live less noble than a fight to survive? These scraps we are served only increses the ever present hunger For something more, something more than crumbs for a sickening table