Sleep of No Dreaming

Written by Steven Wilson

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

I married the first girl

Who wasn't a man

And smiled as the spiders

Ran all over my hands

Made a good living

By dying it's true

As the world in my TV

Leaked onto my shoes

Waiting Phase I

Written by Steven Wilson

Waiting... to be born again

Wanting... the saddest kind of pain

Waiting for the day when I will crawl away

Nothing is what I feel

Waiting... for the drugs to make it real

Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away

Waiting... to be disciplined

Aching... for your nails across my skin

Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away

Sever

Written by Steven Wilson

Telepath Carbon trapped under stone

Brother mother pale body is thrown

Only way I know to have fun

Fill up my blood, my veins, my lungs

ESP city - rainy and blue

Burn down this town, I give it to you

Aero shallow, photograph blind

Stage fright, black light, coma divine

No sense of time

Sever tomorrow

Exitless mind - ESP

Sever tomorrow

School out invective, losing my voice

Film shredding on in multiple choice

America calls, I must go

Oprah saviour, I feel that low

Every Home is Wired

Written by Steven Wilson

Modem load and failsafe

Electric teenage dust

Hit the solvent keypad

Start the neural rust

Power on the highway

Data in my head

Surfing on the network

Part of me is dead

Every Home is Wired

Swimming in the circuit

Somebody has expired

This world will be the future

Every home is wired

Dark Matter

Written by Steven Wilson

Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme

Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream

I try to relax but its warmer outside

I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide

This has become a full time career

To die young would take only 21 years

Gun down a school or blow up a car

The media circus will make you a star

Dark matter flowing out on to a tape

Is only as loud as the silence it breaks

Most things decay in a matter of days

The product is sold the memory fades

Crushed like a rose

In the river flow

I am I know