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