What happens when you steal our dreams?
Why don't you steal our nightmares instead?
Who the fuck wants our nightmares?
We don't want them either.
We would rather have our dreams.
Do you know what happens when our dreams are stolen?
Our nightmares become daymares.
Daymares?
You ever see someone cross the road without looking?
In the middle of the road talking to ourselves amongst traffic?
The traffic is in our minds.
The theft of our dreams, leaving us with nightmares only.
To wake up we need something to dream about.
Without our dreams we daymare on elm street.
What goes around comes around.
Don't be surprised if cycle becomes psycho.
Mine your own!
Written by Vision Clareign
