another little dream tonight
I'll dream myself to death
it's all that I can handle
to get me out of here tonight
I'm hung I'm drawn I'm courting
nothing but a knife to my chest
promise me this wont hurt
maybe we wont wake up tommorow
look me straight in the eye
the bruises vuts the scars the scars the stinging
still i dont feel a thing
shes's seeping like salt into the cuts
I'm dreaming I wont wake up
everything falls in around us