My Dream's But a Drop of Fuel for a Nightmare

My painted face, I'm a clown,

and I'm laughing while my dream turns into a nightmare,

fade away, I'm asleep,

not too deep...

The walls of night have left me scarred

the broken glass I stepped on, twice.

the ardent spirits' rusty edge, decapitate me...

I can't sleep, fear darkness

go through the motions, did I fall asleep?

I'm bowling, the old nine pin, a sign unwanted...

Now I'm a target, I'm hot and frozen,

stormy rain I'm stuck in an elevator

wet from the muddy water,

breathing hot air, winds convey me...

bababababaaaa...

the number talks and I cry in my own Hell....

bababababaaaa...

Wide awake, I'm asleep, see a friend as a ghost

I'm skating with a seal,

the tarantula, the fly, the broken ring

the dusty little flea

an ugly giant, a disappointed child

here comes a rabid snake

the broken violin, a wild ballet

Shakespeare and company

refuse to kill the kitten scratching me...

I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling... - awake

You know, if you believe the dreams, the nightly visions, worlds entwined

then you also fear your shadow, paranoia, part two...

All the good things in my life dwell in my mind

Took a wrong lane, every day, I hear myself say

Sickening's this feeling, my life, my hopes, my dream's but a drop of fuel for a nightmare

they all turn out the same

My destiny, my flame

believing is control?

no.

the painting comes alive,

takes me inside a world without a name, a place beyond compare

Believe the dreams that let you sleep

the broken glass you need to sweep

The book you read; if you found an explanation

to help you in any way,

you are your own prison.

Woke up today,

the good and the bad and the ugly dreams are gone

...jumped off the carousel