God Of Sick Dreams
Just save the child
Leave me to die
No escape and no-one cares
Purple lightning, spheric shapes
Body fears what mind creates
I swim across
I won’t wake if you don’t sleep
Fingers search for torn up seams
Lips make shapes of silent screams
I swim across
I am the God of sick dreams
A city torn by mischief
Your fantasies still buried
I am the God of sick dreams
Hideous shape
In my image
No escape and no-one cares
Purple lightning, spheric shapes
Body fears what mind creates
I swim across
I won’t wake if you don’t sleep
Fingers search for torn up seams
Lips make shapes of silent screams
I swim across
I am the God of sick dreams
A city torn by mischief
Your fantasies still buried
I am the God of sick dreams
This is how ends
Every night is the same
We awake to get sentenced
And a choice must be made
Will you succumb to excruciating pain?
Or will you try to escape?
Doesn’t matter, you’re fucked either way
I am the God of sick dreams
A city torn by mischief
Your fantasies still buried
I am the God of sick dreams