while God was sleeping / hard lines formed on the hard faces / crowds ask you to dance / will we still dance on dying day? / all wanderers / irreverent of circumstance / not conscious of the past / sound the crisis bell / for those that can not look into your eyes / to drag and ponder / while God was sleeping / I found the passion in tranquility / left the note / I’ll be leaving soon / only taking a bit of the starshine / will God awaken / before the suns rays start dripping down / and sincerity is lost in the rush. Azab
