All I do is scream at night, whatever I do I seem to fight,
And as I try to tell the sheep, "why are you here,"
Realizing I already fell asleep, I'm the grim reaper,
I'm a sin sleeper, so I guess I've got Hell to keep,
I fall deeper and deeper into a deep slumper, I leap,
Like the goats, there's just too many to number the sheep,
My pillow case, is my gateway to my nightmares,
Either that or my dreams, leave me drunk without lite beers,
And when I wake my sight clears, my sweaty hands,
Read left to right, and my right fears, when I rest my head,
Dream, then write what I see, my pencil tests the lead,
Its just my way I confess to the dead, or are their eyes just shut,
My mental is metal, unless my skin gets a rust cut,
I have lust but, Its like I fight in wonder land,
I awake, in a daze, knowing I never had slumber planned,
No matter what goes on, I'm just trying to understand,
Why each one of my heavy blankets bind my feet,
I've had one good nights sleep, I'm just trying to repeat,
My blankets burn me, I'm just lying in heat,
My eyelids inprison, even my shaky blue eyes,
Please don't disturb, I'll awake in new skies,
Close your eyes, why wontchu and rise and shine,
My eyes are blury, slowly awaken as each tries to find,
The blue in them knows the skies are mine,
But my body, unconscience, lies in a bind,
To dream or not to dream, I whisper, even though I've got a lot to scream,
I live a painters dream, but have a sculpter nightmares,
As each night I sleep, and just try to fight tears,
(As each night I sleep, and just try to fight tears,)
When ever I sleep, its like I'm sincere, cause sins here,
I dream of evil things, and my face always has grins smeared,
I'm swimming in blood, drowned cause my fins dissappeared,
I lost them both, like I have all my wins cleared,
I fall asleep with a buzz, and wake up with bed head,
My blood is blue in my veins, but it bled red,
And I knew my brains, are outta control,
Like my hands are glued to reigns, my bed is wet,
Like I was nude in rains, have you heard what said yet,
I fall asleep a boy, wake up a man, take up a stand,
Like my life was in shambles, and I shake up my plan,
I can't understand myself, because of my rambles,
Flirtin with death each night, I guess my mind does gamble,
My breath is light, (pause)
My freezing tracks, I jump past them, yet I'm teasing cracks,
Yet to all the remaining mothers, I'm pleasing their backs,
So if I ask a sculpter, and maybe I call an artist,
And ask when you hit a brick wall, who falls the hardest,
We are all artists, dreams black, try to paint a picture,
Hit a fall, in a crowd don't fit at all, now I faint cause the bricks hurt,
Close your eyes, why wontchu and rise and shine,
My eyes are blury, slowly awaken as each tries to find,
The blue in them knows the skies are mine,
But my body, unconscience, lies in a bind,
To dream or not to dream, I whisper, even though I've got a lot to scream,
I live a painters dream, but have a sculpter nightmares,
As each night I sleep, and just try to fight tears,
(As each night I sleep, and just try to fight tears,)
Underneath all the blankets, yet I still shiver,
Drinkin to sleep, not just to kill my liver,
Cupid shoots a arrow to the heart, but will the quiver,
Put a damper on my hopes, do I smoke it away,
My soul, I've got a sleeping pill to give her,
I hope I just awoke in the day, or choke when I pray,
Kneeling before my bed, and explore my head,
No matter how much you soak it today, the carpet is more red,
Is this a dream of suicide, the true artists are too few to hide,
All of you Rembrandts and Michaelangelos, that do confide,
Share just to make sure your candle glows,
Make sure whoever steals your art, that the vandal knows,
And he should make sure he feels your heart,
And peels the part, that you put into your masterpiece,
So maybe if he knows, that particular bastard'll cease,
Or at least, maybe he'll just ask "fer yer" lease,
Close your eyes, why wontchu and rise and shine,
My eyes are blury, slowly awaken as each tries to find,
The blue in them knows the skies are mine,
But my body, unconscience, lies in a bind,
To dream or not to dream, I whisper, even though I've got a lot to scream,
I live a painters dream, but have a sculpter nightmares,
As each night I sleep, and just try to fight tears,
(As each night I sleep, and just try to fight tears,)
