In my sleep my mind whispered
These dreams won’t wake me up anymore

On the bedroom floor
Dancing is a shadow of a man hanging
From the ceiling, staring
At me while dazing on my memories
On this bed, a noose embraces
My neck, wandering is my head

Never wanting to know
Never wanting to go
Stress is my pillow
Stress is my pillow

Down the flight of stairs
She’s waiting with a knife and a grin
A murder is where she stands
Counting the seconds
before the blade meets the wrist
On this bed, a blade consoles
My neck, disconnected is my head

Never wanting to speak
Never wanting to think
Stress is my pillow
Stress is my pillow

He’s gasping for what a life has left
She’s bleeding, dizzy dancing death
They’re breathing in these dreams,
Weaving machines of my head,
Stressing on my pillow
Stressing on my pillow

A room implodes in my chest
Sleepwalker’s running to the door
The diamond beaded mantle fades
Underneath these bleeding sheets I realize
These dreams won’t wake me up anymore

Stressing on my pillow
Stressing on my pillow