Go back to sleep young child.
There’s nothing for you here.
The drums will keep on pounding
That’s all you’ll ever hear.

There’s nothing for you here.
These misconstrued conceptions,
That’s all you’ll ever hear.
The slyly hid rejections.

These misconstrued conceptions,
The best for numbing minds.
The slyly hid rejections,
Like long-forgotten mines.

The best for numbing minds,
A dose of painful memories.
Like long-forgotten mines.
Evoking horrid melodies.

A dose of painful memories,
For as you fall asleep.
Evoking horrid melodies,
As you sink in six feet deep.

For as you fall asleep,
It gets easier to believe.
As you sink in six feet deep,
It’s so easy to deceive.

It gets easier to believe.
You need to say goodnight.
It’s so easy to deceive,
And close your mind up tight.

You need to say goodnight.
Go back to sleep young child
And close your mind up tight.
But the drums will keep on pounding.