Just another Mad Song

When in my sleep, there's nothing there alive,    
the silence is beautifully profound   
when I again awake your world survives, 
   
My sleep's a space where your world gets contrived    
I don't know how, in my sleeps, dreams aren't allowed,    
when in my sleep, there's nothing there alive,    
   
My sleeps are long and quite quick to arrive,    
then your world is buried deep underground    
when I awake again your world survives    
   
When I'm awake your world vibrantly thrives    
lightnings flash thunders a tremendous sound
when, in my sleep there's nothing there alive,    
   
I think I made your world up so I'd thrive    
(that's just another thought in which I'm drowned)  
when I awake, again, your world survives.  
   
I'm getting tired now, losing my drive,    
I shall sleep soon, but God knows where I'm bound
Where in my sleep there's nothing left alive    
If I awake again, your world survives...