Narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface
But 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity
Here's another story;

Logical Function: it "keeps me awake" Awake?
Caffeine, it must be friend of mine

This body has treacherous ways, it must be replaced
I'm so tired, so verily tired... is it day already?

One of many, and maybe the only fragment of reality that I had in months

I'm tired... (I never want to wake up)

But sleeping seem of questions
Guess I must now hit the reset button
And my comfortable world crumbles again
Leaving me defenseless against the Outside

Shaken and afraid, I'm filled with remorse and disgust at the reflection provided by this dark mirror in front of me
Staring back at me, laughing at me

Wait, wait, for how long must I wait?
Until it starts again... and I'm saved
Windows to my freedom, my life
My head hurts... aching a pleasant disease
My head hurts... aching a pleasant disease!

Brand new, my world is at last