Dead Dreams

Lock the doors and draw the shades
Pull the sheets over my head
This twitching eye won't hesitate
I use free will for avoidance

I believe in the end of the world
Sky is falling on my head
I believe in the death of this dream
Got me looking over my shoulder

Leaving town and loading up
On guns and guilt and paranoia
White noise keeps the light on
I refuse to go to sleep

I believe in the end of the world
Sky is falling on my head
I believe in the death of this dream
Got me looking, got me looking

Thrown down and deceived
Defective belief
A silent attempt
To eat what they feed
Distressed by the rest
Who won't stand to see
The view of the crest
A human disease
Born to our fates
No one can save us
A dread separation
That hangs in the streets
And spreads in the wave
Of a beautiful bleed
Take only of sleep
As we burn in the days of dreams

I believe in the end of the world
Sky is falling on my head
I believe in the death of this dream
Got me looking, got me looking