Prompt:

turning of the sun from fun to more mundane working of the gun shots fired from hell with love no reward or fame no one to praise or blame cut off at the knees show me, I want guarantees a dance with despair a breath of fresh air Wasted and sunk deep in bad faith In your outfit you deny me my day Out of reach fool's gold staked claimed alive out of reach who'll hold my glazed over eyes who'll hold my dead eyes who'll hold my dead eyes they are yours yet they're mine sleepwalker sleepwalker from the top of my skull shoots a beam of light I'll conquer this place myself war makes everything alright makes everything just... fine turning of the sun from fun to more mundane working of the gun shots fired from hell with love no reward or fame no one to praise or blame cut off at the knees show me, I want guarantees a dance with despair a breath of fresh air Wasted and sunk deep in bad faith In your outfit you deny me my day Out of reach fool's gold staked claimed alive out of reach who'll hold my glazed over eyes who'll hold my dead eyes who'll hold my dead eyes they are yours yet they're mine sleepwalker sleepwalker sleepwalker sleepwalker