Dusk

from the first bell i hear
i am only grinding gears
in this daily machine
trading life for efficiency
but the quiet that keeps
in the moment before sleep
my heart yet survives
and i remember I'm alive

if i could feel this way when my unconsciousness breaks
and i am released from my dreams and the blind obscurity
i believe i could change
i could change

clarity sharp and quick
cutting through the thin and thick
only truth still remains
to expose comforting pain

[chorus]

how did this happen?
i was so easily tricked out of my dreams
will i ever like myself?

[chorus]