my protectors my shields my swords

i keep telling myself this nightmare is almost done but the sweaty cold rush bolting me out of the bed hasn't happened yet.
i don't get it, it was just a few days ago that we reclined in our lazy boys as we enjoyed our bohemias and went on with our day. i was a lonely kid with no brothers and so i slowly began to build a vault.

you along a close other few helped fill the void.
you were my protectors
my shields my swords.
this freight train was never in my sight but foolishly i hung by the tracks and even though the rails rattled and the sirens howled my trust remained.

my protectors    my shields    my swords

can't sleep

an exfixiating effect slowly creeps in my sleep when anger confusion clouds rest in my mind. in the midst of this spell that rages on in my mind i drown and burn at the same time. what is it that brings me to the same filthy tracks and how long will this train keep passing me by. well i spoke kinda soon, the gloom's turned into noon and the friendship is lost for all time