The Dream

Twisting and twirling blurry vision
Seems like a lost mission
The devil commands a soul to do its bidding
A soul begs the devil to be kidding

Round and round we go
Round the pit of woe
Our games hit a new low
Spare me please! the pain and sorrow
Though they come toe in toe
With this whole new show

Sour me, devour me
Leave me, deceive me
Break me, make me
Love me, hate me
Just don’t wake me

Mixing and twirling blurry vision
Seems like a lost mission
The devil commands my soul to do its bidding
My soul begs the devil to be kidding

Wake me up from this dream
As the world must be better
Than this nightmarish scheme
Sending God a complaint letter
Writing down my constant scream