God Of Sick Dreams کے بول

Just save the child Leave me to die No escape and no-one cares Purple lightning, spheric shapes Body fears what mind creates I swim across I won’t wake if you don’t sleep Fingers search for torn up seams Lips make shapes of silent screams I swim across I am the God of sick dreams A city torn by mischief Your fantasies still buried I am the God of sick dreams Hideous shape In my image No escape and no-one cares Purple lightning, spheric shapes Body fears what mind creates I swim across I won’t wake if you don’t sleep Fingers search for torn up seams Lips make shapes of silent screams I swim across I am the God of sick dreams A city torn by mischief Your fantasies still buried I am the God of sick dreams This is how ends Every night is the same We awake to get sentenced And a choice must be made Will you succumb to excruciating pain? Or will you try to escape? Doesn’t matter, you’re fucked either way I am the God of sick dreams A city torn by mischief Your fantasies still buried I am the God of sick dreams