studying the greats in self-immolation - dreamwell lyrics

sleepless though i’m dreaming
i have torn the pages of psalms
and i have traced the shapes of stars along my walls
i have turned the cards just to reveal the reversal of all my wants

one of these whispering voices has to have an answer
one of these whispering voices will sing me to sleep
please, sing me to sleep
no rest for the wicked, yet my eyes are closed
no rest for the wicked, yet my eyes are closed