[They’re these terrors and it’s like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my
They’re these terrors and it’s like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat
Like last night, uh, they’re not like tremors...Like last night, uh, they’re not like tremors
They’re worse than tremors they’re they’re these terrors
Like last night uh they’re not like tremors
They’re worse than tremors they’re they’re these terrors
And it’s like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat
And squeezing and
And it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat]
Some say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior,
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions.
Don't you breathe for me,
Undeserving of your sympathy,
Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did.
And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep.
Just sleep.
The hardest part is letting go of
Your dreams.
A drink for the horror that I'm in,
For the good guys, and the bad guys,
For the monsters that I've been.
Three cheers for tyranny,
Unapologetic apathy,
Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again.
And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep.
Just sleep.
The hardest parts
The awful things that I've seen.
[Sometimes I see flames
And sometimes I see people that I love dying
And it’s always
Sometimes I see flames
And sometimes I see people that I love dying
And it’s always]
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
[Screaming:]
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
[I can’t, I can’t ever wake up]