What can you see? I believe — can’t receive
Feel alone — silent tone, I belong to the goons!
What can you see? lost in space — without a face
Can’t conceive — my reprieve, I belong to the goons!
Something in my dreams
It was not allowed
Something in my dreams
I tried to cut it out
Something in my dreams puts forth it’s hand
But not to save me not to help me outside
Just to get me down — down out of sight
Nightmare