Punch Me

Crank it
Louder
Louder
Why won't the volume increase??

Pedal to the metal
Jam it
Floor it
It's completely maxed already

No matter how loud it gets
I torture myself
Your voice whispers its way
through the most shredding solo
The thoughts eek their way
No matter how loud it gets

I'm having nightmares again
Cold
Hot
Suffocating
They're always never seemingly similar
Can you imagine the tangled imagery?

Underlying pain
Hangs just below the satin ribbon
The rope is almost velvet
It burns as it tightens
Your grip is always iron

I dream you pull me down
I can't pull away
Do I want to?
We raise
Rise
Flying

Sink
Just to do something
Limbs are useless
I think it's time I cast them aside
You hide them behind your back
Lead me to forbidden places

The heat presses
Hot irons tickle at just the right angle
Pressure points surge
Catch your breath

Punch me
Stop this
Insanity, we fly again
Down a strip of ocean that lies somewhere
between the blue of queens
And an eternity of shackles

I wake
Just too late
Just before I make a sound
Threatening screams
Clenching guts

Leave it
I still feel the pain
Limp away to dream again