So what will i become
all comforts led astray
consciousness undone
my problems moved away
some royal sanctity
somewhere just for me
This is no-man’s land
that’s what i’ve found
insomnia on tender ground
This cold unfurnished life
this minimalistic hell
scraping cobwebs from my eyes
this caged animal is not doing
so well...
This is no-man’s land
that’s what i’ve found
insomnia on tender ground
Some royal sanctity
some downy feathered bed
somewhere just for me
my creature comforted
This is no-man’s land
that’s what i’ve found
insomnia on tenter ground
Don’t push me cause i’m close to the edge
don’t push me cause i’m close to the edge
on tenter ground

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