No Dreaming

At the age of sixteen I grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans, ran on to the wheel And emptied my head of all childish ideals The sleep of no feeling The sleep of no being The sleep of no dreaming The sleep of no dreaming I married the first girl who wasn't a man And smiled as the spiders ran all over my hands The sleep of no feeling The sleep of no being The sleep of no dreaming The sleep of no dreaming Made a good living by dying, it's true As the world in my TV leaks onto my shoes The sleep of no feeling The sleep of no being The sleep of no dreaming The sleep of no dreaming The sleep of no feeling The sleep of no being The sleep of no dreaming The sleep of no dreaming