Lay to rest, lay to sleep,
lay on your bed, lay all alone,
no one to talk to, no one to speak to,
just the way it's always been,
the way it will always be,
laying awake, hoping to rest,
hoping to put my mind at ease,
hoping for some sweet dream,
but they're all statues, all the same,
surreal and supreme, sublime and
inexistent, like all the dreams
of mine...
I lay and wait, for the chemicals
to take me, far far away,
so many chemicals, to switch off
this mind of mine,
endless thoughts,
endless rampages,
endless
as
the
night.
Night terrors, they keep me
awake, I know they do,
aal the terrors that are brought
by the brain who won't switch off,
not even in the gloom of the room,
not even in the absence of light,
night.
Nights are made to be slept,
not to trace plans and endless
schemes, and erroneous thoughts,
of what should be and what shouldn't
of what I will be and what I won't,
ever, ever,
ever,
in this night, this endless night,
terrors abound, inside my head,
horror within, inside my brain,
try as you might, sleep won't come
not tonight.
Tonight, I stand alone,
tonight, all my dreams are gone,
tonight, I wish I might
have done right
what I had done wrong.
In this gloom, in this room,
I find myself awake,
lying in terror of the night
that won't ever end,
won't ever die,
while I am still alive,
with all my daydreams of mine,
daydreams, turning
into night terrors,
night errors,
tonight.
Tonight, I don't sleep
I don't dream,
I don't live -
I merely exist
in this bed
under the covers,
undercover
all my life.
To exist, is to dream,
someone once said,
somewhere else,
don't really care,
to exist is to be
be what you can be
to exist is to survive
these dreams of mine
these night terrors,
chemicals won't shut them off
not tonight, not ever
they always exist, persist,
throughout my days,
throughout my life,
rise and fall,
fall and rise,
again and again.
Tonight, the terrors caught me
unaware, unprepared,
trying hopelessly to open my eyes,
I know it's not real,
but I can feel it,
coming towards me,
a shadow that lurks in the
shadows of the night,
of the day,
everyday.
Tonight, the terrors reign,
they surround me,
as I try, in vain,
to open up my eyes,
it's not real!
it's not sane!
But then again -
I'm not real,
I'm not sane,
not by your standards,
not by someone else's,
I'm a freak,
I'm a Monster
that lures alone
in a dusty attic,
in search of...
something...
that might not even exist,
not on this world,
not on this planet,
night terrors, they caught me
tonight, last night,
every night,
that goes by and by,
that goes byebye,
kiss your sweet dreams
goodnight,
kiss your imagination
a lot of times
use your imagination,
to prepare you for the worse
to come yet -
the fear,
the dreadful fear
of being alone,
all alone,
in this fucked up planet,
this fucked up earth,
this mound of dirt
all alone.
Where are you?
Do you even exist?
I do, I'm here!
the gloom surrounds me,
it answers, "no one will
hear will, no matter what"
the room, suddenly shrinks
to a tiny bed,
a tiny dream,
all that I know,
all that I care,
are night terrors,
chasing me
throughout the night,
throughout the day,
day and night,
everyday
of my life.
of my waking life,
my waking world,
my world, it's
upstairs, your world's
downstairs.
my world, we get no people
we ain't people
we are nightmares
we are Monsters,
I am a Monster,
that dares to brave
the real, opaque world
I've had to be,
since I was born.
Night terrors, they fill the room
and into this gloom,
they set free a bazillion
everyday, everyworld problems -
I ain't got no money,
ain't got no car,
ain't got no wheels to
take me far.
I ain't got a sweetheart,
and more and more and more
I feel the need of one,
I feel tired of being alone,
the Monster in the attic,
he's got his ladies, oh yeah,
and they got him - by their cables
and tuning gear, pickups and bridges,
they are everywhere, they are loved,
yes they are.
but a thing doesn't love you back,
a thing won't endure your night terrors
the way it's bound to be
the way it's meant to be,
the way it should be,
you and me,
me and you,
but you don't exist,
not yet,
so here I am, lost in the night
suffering from fright
of night terrors,
and day terrors as well,
everyday, everynight,
same shit, different days,
same shit will happen tonight,
night terrors to no end,
day terrors to no end,
to no avail,
none at all.
Yes, I've got Gideon, and he is me,
but Gideon's no Hobbes, I am no Calvin,
I am 37 years old, and yet still
I talk to a wooden dragon.
A laughing stock of the world,
and yet...I nod in compliance with him,
fuck the fucking world,
they got poodles, I got a dragon,
they got fleas, I got a lighter,
a living lighter, a cool dragon,
he's mine, I am his, we are one,
and together we shall face this one -
this dreadful terror night -
the sudden fright
of being left alone
all my life.
