If I can only sleep when I'm dead then kill me now because I love to dream.
I will fly away on black raven's wings, into the night to kiss the stars.
Don't fear the assassin's plan, fear the dreaming man.
Because his creativity is unrestrained sometimes vulgar.
Don't worry about those who left you in the dust.
Worry for those who will be left in your wake.
Because I want to see a world of smiles. A life of blood dripping from my fingertips.
I don't want to watch you die tonight because I know I will miss you tomorrow.
But you're lying there on the floor your pain spilling from your arms for