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letra de no more bad dreams - time

[verse 1: time]
everything is moving so fast
when will it stop how long will it last?
going light speed i think we’ll crash
on the wing a demon laughs
they tried to 9-11 my astral plane
who’s inside of my mind controlling my brain?
i’m trying to stay sane, drinking acid rain
if this is a dream then why’s there pain?
legs like jello, can’t run away
everything slow, sp-ce time delay
gun to the head i won’t obey
so let them bullets come out to play
now i’m stuck in my bed, sleep paralysis
daydream or nightmare, tell me where the balance is
i’m bullet poof under the covers
everything’s gray scale, where’s the color
my pineal gland is leaking, the dmt’s secreting
you painted me with bat wings and crystallized me to the ceiling
i’m seeing the edge of the infinite, thoughts no longer real
the windows break as my head hits, the bl–dy steering wheel
it’s raining motor oil, i’m watching the atlantic boil
no afterlife i’m fading to black
cause god came to america and had a heart attack

[hook: kate warner]
black horses without riders
floating soundless over hills, breathing noiseless spells
black horses with no riders stand heavy on my arms
head heavy with their dreams against my will
wild nightmares stand over my bed
wild nightmares stand by my head

[verse 2: time]
i wish upon a dead star tripping over epiphanies
bombs in the distance and crickets were the symphony
no skeletons just bodies in my closet
they still have flesh, reality i’ve lost it
cemetery sky, each stars a tomb
why are there greys inside of my room?
in my dream you were made of cotton
i spoke stones, you put them in your pockets
sleepy sickness, coffee and amphetamines
maggots for eyes, you said you were dead to me
none of us have turned into our heroes yet
i’ve been everything but defeated, be yourself no regrets
reboot the brain with some ayahuasca
i bury the pain like jimmy hoffa
microscopic pills, each cells a child
earth’s an experiment time to exile
the sandman’s sister is death
melatonin and flys were here breath
her wings were like pyramids
i got a disease called death, no cure for it
wished on a missile, thought it was a star
now a bunch of ash is all we are
put the past to sleep and awake in the present
opened my eyes, the moon was a crescent
looked under the mattress with eyes staring back at me
the monster under the bed was actually me

- time

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