Nightmares - The Creation

Faces, places moving 'round your mind

Ideas come cruel, ideas come kind

Lying in a state of constant confusion

And your brain has suffered an illusion

(Nightmares) Come into being

(Nightmares) Things you’re seeing

(Nightmares) Around your head

(Nightmares) Lay in bed

Images shifting before your eyes

Mis-tended bodies reach to the sky

Whining noises inside your head

Limbs are broken, you wish you were dead

(Nightmares) Come into being

(Nightmares) Things you’re seeing

(Nightmares) Around your head

(Nightmares) Lay in bed

Touched on the brow by unseen hands

Petrified to where you stand

Death comes never a shedding tear

Wake up shouting, sweating with fear

(Nightmares) Come into being

(Nightmares) Things you’re seeing

(Nightmares) Around your head

(Nightmares) Wish you were dead