• dreaming

    i sit and watch the sun go down
    the wind blows by this lonesome town
    falling, falling, falling down.
    not even enough time to turn around.

    the snake-bite burns from time to time
    but never ceases to remind
    me of the night of which i dream
    it rips my heart out at the seam.

    im moved with might
    which not my own
    come bitter fright
    an evil zone...

    bing, bang, boom, bong, whizzle, zing
    noises of most anything
    I c**k my head to my surprise
    the words of others filled with lies

    I suddenly awake, open up my eyes
    and see the moon up in the skys
    i ponder once and realize
    dreaming keeps me safe inside.