THE SLEEP OF REASON

It's the sleep of reason
Lost in the fog
There's nothing left to believe in
No more springtime in Prague
It's the time of the season
It's the day of the dog

Here in the broken
awake in a dream
the matter's in motion
we've gone to extremes

In the age of the doctrine
relying on fears
The hordes come a knocking
As the fall disapears
There goes d'Artagnan
and the 3 racketeers
Here comes the squadron
of perverse profiteers

Here in the broken
awake in a dream
the matter's in motion
we've gone to extremes

In the age of depletion
we flirt with deletion
in the garden of Eden,
 sleep the sleep of reason



Sleep baby sleep
Thy father guards the sheep
Mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall nightmares for thee
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep

The big sleep
The sleep of reason


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