Bad DreamsWritten & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by Lowercase & Mixed by S. De Bolster.
2002 – Poetic Flow ~ Lowercase.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 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/ Afraid of dreaming.
