T he stage is set, it's ready
A nd it's time to rock again
T he Strolling Bones have been here ages
I n fact, since 1810
O h, but I see you didn't realise
N othing's quite normal here
T here's no-one else invited
O nly you and your worst fear
H ere is where you'll face it
E ven though it's all a dream
L et's see you try to run
L et's see how much you scream...
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Try to know a little about a lot. Not a lot about little.
When your eyelids grow heavy, And the dark closes in, The dream-maker will come, To trace your every sin, He has no cloak of night, No staff or curved knife, The owls do not cover him, As hands grasp...
monsters monsters they hide in your closet they want pop out when its all dark and quiet. you wake up to a strange sound and you hear the monsters creping aroud.
He yanked & pulled my body. Out into the dark. I knew it was the devil. He had hold of my ankle. Over stones or brambles. Over something sharp. They ripped, they tore. My back did pour.
Something's got a hold on me,. And won't let go,. I seems I've got a real big fee,. Which I didn't know,. Claws tearing through my skin,. Blood trickling down,. Please tell me my only sin,.
Have you ever had a nightmare, That wakes you in a sweat. That leaves you at a loss for breath. With eyes and cheeks still wet.
I had a dream. A very vivid dream. Where nothing at all. Was quite as it seemed. I was driving along. in my usual black car. On a local country road. But not very far. The kids were in the back.
I just had a nightmare, It roused me from my sleep, Tore its way down to my heart, Swam, and swam so deep.
If you ever wish to find me, Just look with your dreams. I'll be hiding in their shadows, Sewing up their seams. And once I have you sealed. Sitched up, without escape.
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