Missionary Mondays - 27 lyrics

Standing all alone in time and space Pictures in my head I can't erase Voices in my head won't let me be Save me from these nightmares that I dream Do you ever feel so close to the edge? That every breath feels like the end And tonight You're not coming home Hold your breath you can taste the burning Fall asleep to the echo of your dreams Write a list off all your lovers This is the new reality Sleeping numbs the coldness in my brain Echoes in my head I can't explain Voices in my head are haunting me The whispering has turned into a scream Do you ever feel so close to the edge? That every breath feels like the end And tonight You're not coming home Hold your breath you can taste the burning Fall asleep to the echo of your dreams Write a list off all your lovers This is the new reality This is not the end of the world This is not the end of hopes and dreams This is not the end of the world Life is always better than it seems