| Well I had a dream last night and in my dream I took a knife to you. |
| I slit your throat from ear to ear |
| The wound was gasping for the air… your scream so clear |
| But every dream could never come true. |
| Only in my sick mind can I do these things to you. |
| With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
| The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth. |
| And I will be, oh I will be, just lost. |
| I had a dream last night and in my dream I robbed a country club. |
| A 5 year old tried to stop me, but I shot him through the head, and now he’s |
| dead. |
| But every dream could never come true. |
| Only in my sick mind can I do these things to you. |
| With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
| The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth. |
| And I will be, oh I will be, just lost. |
| Your heart. |
| Your heart. |
| Your heart. |
| Your heart. |
| Oh it’s better too… Rush upon this blade. |
| Then give into the fear in your heart. |
| These dreams never cease (Your heart.) |
| These dreams never cease (Your heart.) |
| These dreams never cease (Your heart.) |
| These dreams never cease (Your heart.) |
| With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
| The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth. |
| And I will be, oh I will be, just lost. |
| With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
| The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth. |
| And I will be, oh I will be, just lost. |
| With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
| The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth. |
| And I will be, oh I will be, just lost. |
| Just lost! |