The Frisk
In My Nightmare (Black Market)
In my nightmare I cut out your heart in that warm milky room that ends where it startsWhite tile walls wide desks and green wooden floors and a bed reality's on a collision courseRunning floating sting stung like a bee silently sweating frantic low-keyWe're both cornered you're glaring evil the next steps and room tilts downhillStare Stare Can't believe youAs I raise the knife Kill Kill KillIn my nightmare lies cheats threats vicious promises when it's done still no excusesYou've changed from the light to the dark from the greenest pine to a lowdown sharkYour face shifts from snarling to serene yesteryear my doubts drown out what was loud and clearBut still I must get this done with before your malevolence becomes mythStare Stare Won't believe youAs I raise the knife Cry Cry CryIn my nightmare Your nightmareDeath of you Death of usMurder's done Murder's crimeBlack market Black Monday Black Monday
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