Letras
The dream talker
The memory walker
Counting sheep
In a glass of water
Pouring down the depths of tartarus
And let your hand slip
Gradually the colors shift
As Hades tightens his mighty grip
And your head grows numb Sweet talking
The whistling kettle
Dream walking
Through stinging nettle
Burning down Run for your life
Ruins lies in your wake
Don't let yourself fly
There's no room for mistakes
Stop. Drop but don't get caught
In a death roll by his massive jaw
Get down, play dead, won't fool this bear
Lay still until the dread goes away
Paralysed
The voices from your sleep persists
No choices, a siege without a permit
In between, wake and dream
Staring back, horrifically serene
Locked up in unlimited imagination
Sweet talking
The whistling kettle
Dream walking
Through stinging nettle
Burning down Run for your life
Ruin lies in your wake
Don't let yourself fly
There's no room for mistakes
Stop. Drop but don't get caught
In a death roll with this alligator
Get down, play dead, won't fool this bear
Lay still until the dread goes away