The Sleepless Gods

In the dust, when all seems to fade away
everything seems peaceful.
It's never quiet.
I'm always dragging me down.
I've been told, I'm mad.
And something stirs in my mind.
I'm wearied down, all the time.
I'm wearied down all the time.

I'm wearied down all the time.
I'm wearied down all the time.

All the gods, they close their eyes, in time.
But mine, they burn, like raging fires.
My mind, is wearied down, all the time.
I'm wearied down, all the time.