Narcolepsy

In these dark tunnels 

I, the living 

Placed before time

It was not time

This pen was still writing

The tail was wagging

A tongue for debate, yet 

Here in the halls of democracy

Where the people upon on their knees

Beg for mercy

Yet there is non

For the killer kills 

There is non

For the devil thrills

There is no

mercy 

When the living are 

buried

When the giving is dead

When the children search 

Search for safety 

In the blood of war 

Lord, 

Where are the living

Where are the dead

Where is forgiving

What will be instead; 

In the hallways of death

In the tunnels of life

.......What shall be instead

In this the ultimate strife

Walking through dreams 

As if, narcolepsy

But Lord I am not ready

I was not; 

It is therefore time unexpected 

To leave this world

To flee into safety 

Before the ultimate death

The death of being buried alive

Hear O' Israel

The Lord giveth

The Lord taketh

When we wake sin and 

We shall finally live by the ultimate truth;  

Before rigor mortis sets in