| What I see at night is messing with me
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| Is messing with me, is messing with me
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| I’m always yelling in my sleep
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| Because my dreams
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| Are littered with torment, and screams
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| So people start checking on me, and stressing on me
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| And all this weight starts pressing on me
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| Back to the mother fucking point
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| I wake up exhausted, with pain in my joints
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| Attacked again by my illusion, delusion
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| The rot of arrogance brought out by this lucid
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| This lucid
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| Waking up and my body starts to spasm
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| Then my bodies paralyzed, and I’m staring in the eyes
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| Of something so dark I couldn’t ever fathom
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| This phantasm
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| It’s plunging me deeper into this chasm
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| So everyone suggests I be stronger
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| But he, has control over me
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| Why do you think I’m dealing with everything so anxiously?
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| What I see at night is messing with me
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| Stressing on me
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| I’m always yelling in my sleep
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| Cause my dreams
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| Are filled with torment, and shrill screams
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| So everybody is checking on me, and stressing for me
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| If you cut my flesh, you’d see everybody’s fucking problems bleed
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| Everyone suggests I be stronger
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| Natural death come take me so I’m here no longer |