Mountain

Allright, so maybe I dreamed it all
But the blisters on my skin they tell me different
Bad dreams-sugarcoated tabs fom hell
Drowning in the wishing well I save for you
Stone cold sweat
I bleed to death every night
Something here ain’t exactly right
Someone turn the wheel before I drown
Beneath your mountain
Oh, it's so strange
Sometimes I see these things
That don’t exist
Beyond my dreams…
Wake up, with nerves sprayed on the wall
There’s a saint across the hall, but she’s not at home now
Empty-too full of fear to fill up
Too far gone to stop, too scared to move