what can you see? i believe - can't receive
feel alone - silent tone, i belong to the goons!

what can you see? lost in space - without a face
can't conceive - my reprieve, i belong to the goons!

something in my dreams
it was not allowed
something in my dreams
i tried to cut it out

something in my dreams puts forth it's hand
but not to save me not to help me outside
just to get me down - down out of sight

nightmare
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by Dickinson