Oh, oh, oh, They're just dreams,
Just dreams in your head,
Not real,
Not true,
Go back to bed.
The fire isn't real,
The raptors aren't either,
The blood doesn't exist,
You don't have a reason to fear.
Oh, I don't know if it's past,
Present,
Or future.
Oh, I don't know if it's past,
Present,
Or future.
Has this already happened?
Is it happening now?
Will it happen in the future?
Can someone explain what any of this means?
Oh, oh, oh, I can't quite escape the dreams.
When I was five years old
I dreamed of burning wood
And blood on the ground.
When I was five years old
I dreamed of starving wolves
And evils I couldn't comprehend.
When I was five years old
I learned that you can pretend your normal,
But it's still all pretend.
When I was five years old
I learned that imagination
Is just imagination.
When I was five years old
I learned that I couldn't act
Like everyone else,
It was all pretend.
The dreams grew worse as I grew,
And they turned from past to future,
To the present,
To me and you.
"Oh, oh, oh, They're just dreams,
Just dreams in your head,
Not real,
Not true,
Go back to bed."
You don't ask questions
As a child,
You simply believe that
Those whom you are with want the best,
Even when they can't see your cracks.
I can't quite escape the dreams.
I can't quite escape the dreams.
Oh, oh, oh,
I can't quite escape the dreams.
And they're inside of me,
I thought that they might have gone away,
But when I close my eyes I find that I can still see.
Oh, If you're trapped in a long dark tunnel,
Suffocating in the silence,
Does anybody see you?
And is anybody near?
Does anybody see you?
And is anybody near?
Does anybody besides me
have
These
Fears?
I can't quite escape the dreams.
I can't quite escape the dreams.
I can't quite escape the dreams.
And the dreams
Are
Still
Chasing
Me.
Oh…..
Oh…..
Oh…..
And they're all just dreams….
