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So I close my eyes and drift into sleep |
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But something is here in the dark, in the dream |
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Like a cruel wind clutching my heart, |
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I feel more than |
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I seeLike a clue to a nightmare that |
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I can't believe |
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Then it touches me and |
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I try to scream |
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And a thought tears me inside |
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And I will do anything, anything, you understand? |
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Just to wake up |
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Sometimes it almost makes me cry |
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Sometimes it seems to call my name out loud |
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Sometimes it feels like |
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I'm aloneAnd then it comes for me again |
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I'm told it's called the unreality dream |
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I'm told it's called the great |
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American lie |
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I'm told that this is like the vengeance of |
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GodI can't believe that |
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God would do this to me |
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I've known fear many times but nothing like this |
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I'm so scared, |
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I can't breathe |
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I know I'm asleep but |
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I know this is real |
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And no one can help me here |
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I'm deep inside something and |
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I may never come back |
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And then it was gone |
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And then I realized that the rush brought it in |
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And I will never sleep alone again |
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Sometimes it almost breaks my heart |
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Sometimes |
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I swear, I hear it laugh at me |
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Sometimes it feels like |
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I could die |
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And then it leaves my dreams again |
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Feels like |
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I'm fighting the possession of my soul |
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I'm told that this is called the sickness of need |
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I've got to cut the sex connection and slide |
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A word of warning to the weary and wise |
