This Is The Night's Dream Crossing The Border

I want to sleep where,
Thunder is paid to strike twice.
A sleep made common,
Even among children standing on shaking stools

I don't want to hear again
About how the heart races to the beat of the boiling blood
As body and soul fulfill the desire of the tired flesh.
I will not hear of it again until I have arrived
To where the cracked walls glare at my naked frame

This is the night's dream,
Crossing into the border
I'm full of questions and I'm dying to see
The answers when your inhibitions are free
This is the night's dream,
Crossing into the border
...Into reality

Seconds of pleasure are a serious business
Without it minutes, hours, centuries
Would fade away not even worth the passage of history.
It sits on the highest throne of madness to claim;
The golden touch of lips drooling on body's every corner,
Is worth choking through the annals of poverty.
Well show me to the throne room

Everyone's planning "with who" and "how"
In the same bad dream I cry "please, why not now?"

This is the night's dream,
Crossing into the border
I'm full of questions and I'm dying to see
The answers when your inhibitions are free
This is the night's dream,
Crossing into the border
...Into reality