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S. De Bolster / Lowercase.
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S. De Bolster / Lowercase.
Uploaded
April 22, 2012
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:16
Story behind the song
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by Lowercase.
Mixed by S. De Bolster.
Recorded at the "Nothing F*** ing Works"-studio.
© 2002 - S. De Bolster / Lowercase.
Lyrics
Bad Dreams
Poetic Flow:
Breathing so heavily that even hookers envy-me
bad-dreams-occupied-by-hideous-creatures filled with jealousy
sad-scenes-deny-my-serious-features like it was meant-to-be
Pursued by evil beings hidden in the crying-shadows
running and hiding hunted down by the spying-sparrows
thousand dying-pharaoh’s shooting at me with deadly arrows
Evil whispers in my ear-hole
telling me not to be fearful
but to be careful
not to make any sudden moves
Even if you win you lose
so just drift into our wonderful grooves
along with the wind as it howls with switching moods
Bleeding-eyes piercing thru the night
pleading-cries promising that everything will be alright
misleading-lies forcing me to give up without a fight
Everything I see is in black and white
and everything I touch crumbles down into pieces
the scene freezes, desperately calling out to Jesus
Not a religious man but as I’m falling down in the desert sand
I’m crying out, hoping that I wake up before I land.
Hook (2x):
Constantly plagued by bad dreams
Horrific scenes where nothing is what it seems
Useless prayers...
But no one cares...
Every night I’m harassed...
By nightmares.
Poetic Flow:
I yell out for help but I’m drowned out by the weather
feeling like a feather that’s being played around by wind and gravity together
Till I don’t remember whether I’m up or down
tumbling around
trying to shout but I can’t produce a sound
Running through a hall surrounded by flames
constantly watched by horrific faces with no names
calling out to the saints but
they can’t rescue me from the scenes my mind paints
Detrimental visions burning on my mentality
experimental ideas preserve my reality
playing on the central point within my personality
Moving slow
Coldness freezing me to the bones
my ears filled with moans & groans
stumbling through different zones of my imagination
It’s a strange sensation
that rips the foundation of my existence with a painful vibration
The evil forces are plotting and scheming
panicking children screaming
I pinch myself trying to wake up
afraid of dreaming.
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