Sep 23, 2006 23:36
In the beginning all I hear is people singing
Deep and low with iron bells ringing
And there's a source of heat near my feet
Im so weak I pass in and out of sleep
Flashes of light blotches of colour
I yell out for help but its drowned out by weather
Downpour torrential power of the vengeful
This was all triggered by the sub-conscious central
Sweet dreams are hideous lets not confuse those
Bad dreams will find you confine you to circles
Every other movement is slowed by your mind
That's why stabbing them blind is no crime
With no REM. your bound to cave in
And life in the conscious life is quite grim
If I can't escape than I'll die in my sleep
Cause the cliff is to steep and the waters to deep
Bad dreams, sad scenes, and fear
You don't want to have to wake up here