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Night Slumber
As you tuck me in for slumber so deep
The nightmares may start, the crowd settles in
Your sweet face's image I pray to keep
while they start to take in this evening sin.
Every time I toss and turn I breathe
the voices whisper in a chant that haunts;
There's not one I could trust or make believe
Is here for me or on my side, they taunt.
Not really my lover, your sarcasm
Shall hit my brain like guns shot through;
I want to wake up, scream in a spasm,
There's no one to look for, not even you.
My head it throbs the pain of loneliness;
My dreams robbed by those who couldn't care less.
This disease has got me desperate now;
They tell me of nightmares believed as true.
As if my morals left my brain somehow;
Situations asleep, what do you do?
I don't remember the worst when I wake;
These voices say I dwell in evil things.
I can't believe this, my life is at stake
For stories and anger the devil brings.
I hear the man that often tries to kill
me with tainted body and devices;
I tried to get away, he lingers still,
Now my life is nothing but a crisis.
Brain damage I receive from night terror;
Is not helping me become more clever.
The nightmares may start, the crowd settles in
Your sweet face's image I pray to keep
while they start to take in this evening sin.
Every time I toss and turn I breathe
the voices whisper in a chant that haunts;
There's not one I could trust or make believe
Is here for me or on my side, they taunt.
Not really my lover, your sarcasm
Shall hit my brain like guns shot through;
I want to wake up, scream in a spasm,
There's no one to look for, not even you.
My head it throbs the pain of loneliness;
My dreams robbed by those who couldn't care less.
This disease has got me desperate now;
They tell me of nightmares believed as true.
As if my morals left my brain somehow;
Situations asleep, what do you do?
I don't remember the worst when I wake;
These voices say I dwell in evil things.
I can't believe this, my life is at stake
For stories and anger the devil brings.
I hear the man that often tries to kill
me with tainted body and devices;
I tried to get away, he lingers still,
Now my life is nothing but a crisis.
Brain damage I receive from night terror;
Is not helping me become more clever.
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