8.In My Sleep
I see horrors in my dreams
Mutants trying to touch me
Farmworkers harvesting syringes
Off mountains mad of human pieces
KILLING IN MY SLEEP
MERCANARY OR MISSIONARY
BLOOD IS RUNNING AT ME FEET
LET'S GO OUT AND DIE TONIGHT
The night is trying to blind me
Rain washes fear right thorugh me
Peeling back the skin to find the answers
Suffocation stalks and surrounds me
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