Ignore them behind me,
make the right moves and kill the bad dreams,
Those dreams that follow right behind me,
They carry knives and have a sixth sense like a ghost,
I know I can't rely on myself to beat them,
But I know I can't rely on others to help me....
Double teamed...One on two, knives cutting my very skin,
I wanna scream but I can't, cause then they'll find me quicker,

I wonder if I'll make it...Don't you dare whisper to me,
I don't need help, I don't want help, I'm pretty strong...
Your knives may cut my skin, your eyes may pierce my soul...but...Guess what?
I have fists of iron, death in my very skin, lifeless bodies float around me,

Yet I think I'm still to weak to be fighting them again,
I try to make the right moves but Im getting hurt again...How can I fight
them by myself, how can I beat them...two dreams with strength beyond normal
conception...I can't rely on myself I can't rely on you I can only rely

on death itself. Let death come upon my very soul, because if I let bad dreams
Take my life, then I suppose I'll let your knives cut my skin eyes pierce my
Soul go ahead take it away it's too much to take I'm weak your strong...
But one last thing...Guess what? Prepare for nightmares....

Knives only cut so deep. Dreams only hurt so much, then you wake up,
You see the reality...this is your life...
A painful recognition that you know nothing until you die.
You can't hold on, but you need not to. Just let go.

Stop fighting the dreams, let them cut you, let them hurt you,
and then wake up...and realize the TRUE reality....That you
in truth are only a dream as well. Until you know that,
You are nothing. Mindless Androids.