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Someone's always following me 

Someone's always in my dreams 

Scary men with butcher knives 

Assume reality to take my life 

Why can't they bug someone else? 

Why can't they just leave me be? 

Little men with twenty arms 

Always fuckin fuckin' with me!

I lay awake to calm my mind 

Hoping nightmares not to find 

Creeping crawling through the night 

Fill my fragile mind with fright...

Hacked to pieces in my head 

Maybe I will wake up dead 

Too many times I swim in sweat 

Horrible things I can't forget 

Piece by piece I slip away 

My violent brain is held at bay 

By ugly men with purple eyes 

I wake up dead and realize

How can my mind conjure these things? 

I wish that I would not have dreams 

'Tis a better thing to have a healthy mind. 

Than to dream in hate, forever behind?