As each and every night, I lie upon my pillow, and rest my head,
Cold without a blanket, I'm like a morgue, so I test the dead,
I always heard, follow your dreams, listen to your heart, so my chest said,
Lying next to the one you love, that is always the best bed,
Yet my bed is empty, and the one-eighth in my is screaming out,
Ever since birth, until present day, it seems I've been weening doubt,
Since teething, I've looked back and see my footprints leaving,
The feeling of self loathing and being tense is deceiving,
My held tongue, is not only begging to be released, but its swelled some,
I could say shit, shit, shit, fuckety shit, but its better if I spell dung,
See, I've tried to repel some, and act like I'm like them all, well hung,
But each night I sleep, I hear demons screaming like hell sung,
And I fell among them, being held by the strings of a dreamcatcher,
Somehow, I know I'll be alone tonight, like I'm a mean bachelor,
My pillow is my only restitution, my lonely chest is proven,
Proof, why I get no dollar under my pillow, yet I hear thunder still grow,
I feel it all around me, but I reach out like I wonder its feel though,
A dream catcher, helps you drift off to sleep,
It will help you store dreams, too soft to keep,
So whisper when you talk, tippy toe when you walk,
And make sure all your dreams are caught,
(Yahhah)
It's 5am and here I am once again, minds racin I'm so awake,
My eyes try to fly to another time but my minds driver drove away,
So on this ship I'm a thrown away a stowaway who just won't go away,
My dream are a bead on my dreamcatcher till it gets blown away,
I'm grown to make these beads and feathers all seem together,
But we need to measure the strings to better bring the treasure,
Head the lecture from the chief inspector who speaks with the speed of leopards,
Evil pressures my thoughts though I ought to be resting with closed eyes,
These strings are now clothes lines on which I dry my old lives,
See those lies in which the devils speaks to me in the darkest whispers,
The shark's inscissors bite down cause right now my minds drowned in the farthest rivers,
And though the artist differs We still paint the smartest picture,
These seas are parted quicker leavin my heart in splinters,
I start to quiver and quake, shiver and shake or is it still the liquor,
I dream the worst nightmares that I might share but I'm still a sinner,
A dream catcher, helps you drift off to sleep,
It will help you store dreams, too soft to keep,
So whisper when you talk, tippy toe when you walk,
And make sure all your dreams are caught,
So I'm gon' run ta' her in a steel toe, and unlace the tight nikes,
Tame the thunder, with a dreamcatcher, and face the white lightnings,
My dream is to wake up like, aged in years,
Attempt to cage the tears, and try to gauge your fears,
By falling into the arms of trust, and blameless heal,
Never stalling, but charm the rust, with stainless steal,
But if I had to scream, to this bad dream,
As I lay watchin the dreamcatcher, in my dark bed sheets,
Feeling against my chest, waiting for my heart's dead beats,
See, I'm like a rusty nail, ghost from being drowned to death,
I would have swam to the surface, if only I could have found the breath,
I see mountains of heroin, and nothing but feilds of cocaine,
I'm speeding down the fast lane, with shields in the slow lanes,
I climb this mountain, as winds blow, I drop to my feet,
I won't stop, until I spread my arms, and its the top I meet,
I see the snow, yet I feel like smokin' trees,
It must be me praying for a blunt, with broken knees,
Happiness, a childs desire, burning like a wild fire,
My bed gets top heavy, when ash gets piled higher,
under this peice 
