Vārdi: Idiot Pilot. Strange We Should Meet Here. Lucid.

Wake me from this lucid dream
I no longer have control

Grabbing hold of nothing
Slipping down the Nile
Soft river in white water
Dragging down the ill lit road
Gasps for air and awkward chokes
Flailing limbs to fight for surface
An edge to take the sun away
Turn of tides the water trails
Travelling further down the mountains
Slowly losing all will to fight
The river swift it picks up pace
Ruthless waves and swelling whirlpools
And soon my body will be thrown down the waterfall
Twisting, churning, sinking down
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning
Settled on the rivers bottom
Slipping out of consciousness
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning

Control is no longer known
I dream lucid i'm thrown awake

Grabbing hold of nothing
Slipping down the Nile
Soft river in white water
Dragging down the ill lit road
Gasps for air and awkward chokes
Flailing limbs to fight for surface
An edge to take the sun away
Turn of tides the water trails
Travelling further down the mountains
Slowly losing all will to fight
The river swift it picks up pace
Ruthless waves and swelling whirlpools
And soon my body will be thrown down the waterfall
Twisting, churning, sinking down
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning
Settled on the rivers bottom
Slipping out of consciousness
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning