Deep within it seems, my dreams, are filled with fiends.
Little Demons inside, that hide, and have tried and tried...
To suffocate, and obliterate my valued state.
Can you relate? Concentrate, it feels too late to demonstrate.
I'm lost in here, there is no fear, just tears and spears.
Am I gettin through clear? I'd hope you'd see what may appear.
No these dreams are never clear, but I shall not steer you towards
pills and beer. Cuz in my dreams I'm wicked, see?
Even inside you don't know me.