Nightmare

So here's

Another

Road

There's a lock

On the gate

I'm told

You try,

You know,

Withhold

If it's a 2

And a 7

I'll fold

The night drowns

And suffocates

While St. Cecilia

Sings to god

And there's just one

Pale white moon

And you know

We'll meet it soon

I'm sick

And tired

Of trying

My mind

Is in

The gutter

You're subterranean when I go under

It's a useless

And pointless

Feeling

To sit

And stare

At the ceiling

Only you play cards, and no one's dealing

I'm sick

And tired

Of trying

My mind

Is in

The gutter

You're subterranean when I go under

It's a useless

And pointless

Feeling

To sit

And stare

At the ceiling

Only you playing cards, and no one's dealing

It's death,

From a violent

Horde

And Its time

We can't

Afford

But don't

You say

My name

When you know

We aren't

The same

I'm sick

And tired

Of trying

My mind

Is in

The gutter

You're subterranean when I go under

It's a useless

And pointless

Feeling

To sit

And stare

At the ceiling

Only you play cards, and no one's dealing

I'm sick

And tired

Of trying

My mind

Is in

The gutter

You're subterranean when I go under

It's a useless

And pointless

Feeling

To sit

And stare

At the ceiling

Only you play cards, and no one's dealing