The voices in my head tell me stories that

Make it all complete....my body is at ease

And the visions in my mind take me floating

With the soft summer breeze

I feel like soaring higher...and higher!

What is the point, if there's nothing left to gain?

Why should you care if another guy is in pain?

Why should we need to protect the ones we love

What do you see there

Beyond what you don't know?

What's the use - does it matter what we choose?

Answers uncovered - questions discovered

Am I talking in my sleep...

Is this real or just my fantasy?

And as my thoughts pass by I keep returning to my

Childhood home - and the fields I used to roam

I'm tired of the conflicts - calamities in store

I'm tired of big finances

And the latest Wall Street score

I'm tired of supplying - what's left here to obtain?

So tired of defying - there's nothing to sustain?

I'm tired of all this talk - of healing from within

I'm tired off being sober

Get the Tonic, where's my Gin

I'm tired of depression

The yearning and complaints

So tired of the sickness

That drives our world insane

What is the point, if there's nothing left to gain?

Why should you care if another guy is in pain?

Why should we need to protect the ones we love?

What do you see there

Beyond what you don't know?

What's the use - does it matter what we choose?

Answers uncovered - questions discovered

And so I'm walking in my sleep

Isolated and somehow incomplete

The little child inside me years back to my childhood home

Now just forsaken pile of stones

I'm tired of the conflicts - there's nothing left to say

I'm tired of the spotlight, want to hide away and stay

I'm tired of all this hatred - the yearning and dismay

So tired of the taxes and all the bills to pay

I'm tired of corruption - society's decay

I'm tired of all the ignorance I've seen along the way

I'm tired of constitutions just built on bits of clay

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I'm tired of the past - I'm tired of growing old

Too tired to face the future but my story is yet untold

I'm tired of being tired - I need to carry on

Fulfill my desires - there's so much yet undone

I'm tried of the vultures that thrive on human stain

The devil laughs in rapture as they smile and kill again

I'm tired of all the hatred - the heartache and the pain

So tired of the sickness that drives our world insane