Nightmare

Soil

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    Now I lay me down to sleep
    I pray the Lord my soul to keep
    And if I die before I wake
    Not a single regret will I take

    I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
    I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
    They talk shit, but I love it every time
    And I realize

    I've tasted blood and it is sweet
    I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
    I've trusted liars, I've trusted men
    Broken down and put myself back together again
    Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
    Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
    I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers
    And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

    Come on, little sinner, give us a smile
    No, I ain't got nothing to smile about
    I got no one to smile for, I waited awhile for
    A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

    I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
    I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
    They talk shit, but I love it every time
    And I realize

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    I'm no sweet dream, I'm a hell of a fright
    I'm no sweet dream, I'm a hell of a fright

    No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
    And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
    I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
    Letting a man tell me how to say what's in my head
    Keep all my hatred in check in my head space
    'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
    I could play nice or could be a real bully
    I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

    Come on, little sinner, give us a smile
    No, I ain't got nothing to smile about
    I got no one to smile for, I waited awhile for
    A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

    I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
    I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
    They talk shit, but I love it every time
    And I realize
    I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
    I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
    They talk shit, but I love it every time
    And I realize

    Someone like me can be
    A real nightmare, completely aware
    But I'd rather be
    A real nightmare than die unaware, yeah
    Someone like me can be
    A real nightmare, completely aware
    But I'm glad to be
    A real nightmare, so save me your prayers

    I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
    I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
    They talk shit, but I love it every time
    And I realize
    I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
    I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
    They talk shit, but I love it every time
    And I realize

    I'm no sweet dream, I'm a hell of a fright
    I'm no sweet dream, I'm a hell of a fright

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