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 course
Running floating sting stung like a bee silently sweating
frantic low-key
We're both cornered you're glaring evil the next steps
and room tilts downhill
Stare Stare Can't believe you
As I raise the knife Kill Kill Kill
In my nightmare lies cheats threats vicious promises when
it's done still no excuses
You've changed from the light to the dark from the
greenest pine to a lowdown shark
Your face shifts from snarling to serene yesteryear my
doubts drown out what was loud and clear
But still I must get this done with before your
malevolence becomes myth
Stare Stare Won't believe you
As I raise the knife Cry Cry Cry
In my nightmare Your nightmare
Death of you Death of us
Murder's done Murder's crime
Black market Black Monday Black Monday