Allright,so maybe I dreamed it all
but the blisters on my skin they tell me different
bad dreams-sugarcoated tabs fom hell
drowning in the wishing well I save for you

stone cold sweat
I bleed to death every night
something here ain’t exactly right
someone turn the wheel before I drown
beneath your mountain

oh,it’s so strange
sometimes I see these things
that don’t exist
beyond my dreams.............

wake up,with nerves sprayed on the wall
there’s a saint across the hall,but she’s not at home now
empty-too full of fear to fill up
too far gone to stop,too scared to move

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