
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Bad Dreams |
Verse 1: |
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up |
in the morning to my everyday beginnings |
Know the plays for each inning |
So I move with no feelings |
But today starts with endings |
No movement no feelings |
As my tear hits the linen |
I reach and feel the chillness of her cold skin |
My own kin |
Sewn from my oats so these notes I won’t hold in |
Screams, cant’s and cries |
No she can’t be revived |
Feelings can’t be described for a pain of such size |
She lay with closed eyes in this crib that I made |
From the cradle to the grave |
Now more than just a phrase |
I can’t be okay |
I can’t call for help |
Cuz these cards she’s been dealt I with upon myself |
Cup my eyes with both hands |
So no tears will be wasted |
I’ll contain the pain |
Sustained as I taste it |
Wake up wake up wake up wake up |
I wish I could wake up and still be a teen |
And realize all I’ve seen was just a bad dream |
When you’re sewn in the seams |
Things all seem serene |
Hear the seer sing |
It’s just a bad dream |
Verse 2: |
They say that nightmares are made of these painful scenes |
It’s hard to breathe |
I’ll make you see |
With ease he made the team |
For cheese you can’t believe |
His family relieved |
Debts paid, get received |
Gets played and achieves great accolades |
Began to act a way that attracted hate |
Then one day after a game |
Teammate spat in his face |
Disgraced he attacked him with rage |
They clashed and crashed to his fate |
A fracture’s embrace as he awakes to a hospital bed |
With all uses lost in his legs |
And what is locked in his head |
Besides his locks and his dreads |
Is the life he once led |
With each breath he wished he was dead |
Lift your hands to cover your eyes |
To cover the cries |
Cuz the sucker inside, pride, makes you suffer inside |
Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up |
I wish I could wake up and still be a teen |
And realize all I’ve seen was just a bad dream |
When you’re sewn in the seams |
it all seem serene |
Hear the seer sing |
It’s just a bad dream |
Verse 3: |
Realize the time you wasted |
Because we’re all aging |
And your favorite agents have gave you complications |
To your mind, body, and soul |
Deny, hardly you’re old |
Still you gotta pay the toll beyond the crossroads |
But before you cross over look at the life you darted over |
Think that you can start it over? |
You must not be sober |
Don’t be somber, just wander as your slumbering along |
Cuz you may never wake up to this song |
Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up |