God Of Sick Dreams

Just save the child
Leave me to die

No escape and no-one cares
Purple lightning, spheric shapes
Body fears what mind creates
I swim across
I won’t wake if you don’t sleep
Fingers search for torn up seams
Lips make shapes of silent screams
I swim across

I am the God of sick dreams
A city torn by mischief
Your fantasies still buried
I am the God of sick dreams

Hideous shape
In my image

No escape and no-one cares
Purple lightning, spheric shapes
Body fears what mind creates
I swim across
I won’t wake if you don’t sleep
Fingers search for torn up seams
Lips make shapes of silent screams
I swim across

I am the God of sick dreams
A city torn by mischief
Your fantasies still buried
I am the God of sick dreams

This is how ends
Every night is the same
We awake to get sentenced
And a choice must be made
Will you succumb to excruciating pain?
Or will you try to escape?
Doesn’t matter, you’re fucked either way

I am the God of sick dreams
A city torn by mischief
Your fantasies still buried
I am the God of sick dreams