
I'm better than a storybook, I need myself to sleep at night,
I need eye glasses, and contacts, just to keep my sight,
I sleep at night, asking why the sheep are white,
I ask, did any birds fly during Hitlers third riech,
Did all the words cry, and everyone who heard die,
But mountain I climb, has no flowers, its too steep to grow,
And I speak of it never, cause for hours, my voice I keep low,
I remember as a boy I was told, you'll reap what you sew,
So if your a dark person, darkness will seep in slow,
What if I tell you all, and try to bask in my glory,
Or lie to you all, then try to mask my story,
If I had a just a simple secret, could I tell a dove,
If he had to keep it, because I fell in love,
And if I was so far underground, that hell is above,
Even if before my head rests, I try and pray to the Lord,
All my dreams and nightmares, just stay ignored,
I sit in my bed, writing away, as I just lay bored,
Each night, they happen, I awake in a cold sweat,
Thinking, they're winning, should I fold yet,
The nightmares, hinder me to fight fears,
They send me in a daze, through space, for light years,
They're my nightmares, they're my nightmares,
I wake up, lookin the mirror, a fuckin train wreck,
The pain in my neck, is such a pain the the neck,
My hands tingling, my head spins, my toes cringe,
I know that my begging bloodstream, chose a syringe,
my bloodstreams is dying, like if mud screams, red rum,
This hateful monster I've been bred to become,
Is what it seems, each day, each night, I've fled from,
Afraid of murder as my dreaming head's numb,
My swinging ax blades, turn into sharper sword handles,
My burning temper, is forest fires because of ignored candles,
I'm a burgler, only because I joined the poor vandals,
In the grave, is where I shove my bed, like I love the dead,
I see demons and angels fightin, just above my head,
Every night, its a warzone, its a battlefeild,
I've got my horses mounted, got the saddle healed,
They fight endlessly, night after night, with knifes and spears,
As you pray, they'll prey on all of your life's fears,
Each night, they happen, I awake in a cold sweat,
Thinking, they're winning, should I fold yet,
The nightmares, hinder me to fight fears,
They send me in a daze, for light years,
They're my nightmares, they're my nightmares,
I have five o'clock shadow, I have hairs that penetrate my chin,
They laugh at me, mocking me, so I'm full of hate again,
So I shave, I'm freezing cold, this water's left me dripping wet,
Clothes stickin to my body, wonderin why I'm not stripping yet,
Probably cause I can't move, trapped, both my arms lock,
So how am I fucking supposed to turn off my alarm clock,
I'm a prince, awaking sleeping beauty, I let my charm talk,
I'm a picture book, stairing in the mirror saying, fix yer look,
There's thunder in the skies, there's bags under my eyes,
I straighten my collar, and this action is makin' me taller,
And as the phone rings, as I'm awakened by the caller,
I search for dreams and nightmares, and the latter I find,
Somehow, I just knew, it was just a matter of time,
Finally its morning, I'm finally done with mourning,
I want to sit and wonder about the day, the sun is borning,
I'm a knight, that is dwelling only in the night,
I'm a soldier with eyes shut, I have a lonely fight,
The sun pierces the dirty window, I know the light is near,
These hurt me, but it heals me, to know that right here,
I awake, in a cold sweat, for it was only a nightmare,
Each night, they happen, I awake in a cold sweat,
Thinking, they're winning, should I fold yet,
The nightmares, hinder me to fight fears,
They send me in a daze, for light years,
They're my nightmares, they're my nightmares,