Starving Artiste Lyrics - The Bled

I made a pact not to sleep through the end 

All of the dreamers are stuck in their beds 

Fight off the attraction to always play dead 

I'm tortured by white noise in half hour sets 

Ears ringing, your mouth ran for miles 

But hasn't gone anywhere, you're lost 

I heard the word on the street 

And it means nothing to me 

So how do you like me now? 

Where's your passion? 

The renaissance man is a thing of the past 

To you it's fashion 

Dress up, don't address 

What keeps us from resting 

The jackals circle for the feast 

I try to fight it off but it's consuming me 

The rapture has only begun 

While you sleep, they watch you breathing 

And you can bet it gets worse 

When the moon crashes into the sun 

While you dream, both ends are burning 

Pray for one more chance 

They will steal the air from your lungs 

In the back of the hearse 

Overturned as your insides prolapse 

Wake before, before it's too fucking late 

When everyone has a skeleton key 

When everyone rots in captivity 

When everyone is sleeping off the heat 

You shut the blinds 

As they cauterize what lives inside 

You shut the blinds 

As they cauterize what lives inside