Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The American Nightmare, artist - Ice Nine Kills. Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The American Nightmare |
| Rest your head, here’s a lullaby |
| A melody for heavy eyes |
| Early to bed, early to die |
| Welcome to your worst nightmare |
| Fast asleep, it’s all in your head now |
| Past the street where they cursed my name |
| But I won’t be forsaken |
| Craven my revenge from the shallow |
| Grave, where I went down in flames |
| The beast has been awakened |
| When night comes creeping |
| My cruel hand will rock you to sleep |
| I’m the American nightmare with American dreams |
| Of counting the bodies while you count sheep |
| I’m the American nightmare, yeah I’m living the dream |
| I’m slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream |
| (Sweet dreams) |
| Fell in love with hate cause evil fit like a glove |
| It’s fate that I’m still here |
| And I won’t be forsaken |
| Wicked when I was just a man |
| But sickening now and fed by fear |
| The beast has been awakened now |
| They all think it’s just pretend |
| You’ll never ever sleep again |
| All your friends are fucking dead |
| You can’t turn down your own death bed |
| When night comes creeping |
| My cruel hand will rock you to sleep |
| I’m the American nightmare with American dreams |
| Of counting the bodies while you count sheep |
| I’m the American nightmare, yeah I’m living the dream |
| I’m slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream |
| I’m the American nightmare, I’m the man of your dreams |
| Where the glove is god, so I’m sinking my claws in the silver scream |
| One, two, dreams do come true |
| Three, four, see you at the morgue |
| Five, six, he’ll get his fix |
| Seven, eight, now shake the twisted hand of fate |
| Now |
| Shake the twisted hand of fate |
| All your friends are fucking dead |
| When night comes creeping |
| My cruel hand will rock you to sleep |
| I’m the American nightmare with American dreams |
| Of counting the bodies while you count sheep |
| I’m the American nightmare, yeah I’m living the dream |
| I’m slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream |
| I’m the American nightmare, I’m the man of your dreams |
| Where the glove is god, so I’m sinking my claws in the silver scream |