Violent dreams I awake in a state half asleep
Underneath stowed away it stills hides out of reach
Loud and cheap there's no point to compare or compete
Aching bones old receipts foreign change endless weeks

Don't jump the gun stay in front of the sun it will come
I'm standing on a broken pier hanging on this stratosphere

Violent dreams my strength weakens when I weep
Underneath lucidly I'm aware I'm asleep
So obscene the way you walk all over me
I can't breathe when I sigh through my teeth

Don't jump the gun stay in front of the sun it will come
I'm standing on a broken pier hanging on this stratosphere
Last resort pleasant thoughts too distraught to ignore
My nightmares still appear every glance everywhere

My only trait
Alienate
Those who say
I can't escape