Lyrics The American Nightmare - ICE NINE KILLS

"Getting ready for bed at a regular time is one of the most important habits you can learn
David has probably never stopped to think what a wonderful thing sleep is
Dreams are normal too
Going to bed at a regular time each night makes it easier to go right off to sleep"

Rest your head, here's a lullaby
A melody for heavy eyes
Early to bed, early to die!
Welcome to your worst nightmare!

Fast to sleep, it's all in your head now!
Past the street where they cursed my name!
But I won't be forsaken
Craven my revenge from the shallow grave where I went down in flames
The beast has been awakened

When night comes creeping
My cruel hand will rock you to sleep

I'm the American nightmare with American dreams
Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm living the dream
I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver screen (sweet dreams, ah!)

Fell in love with hate 'cause evil fit like a glove, it's fate that I'm still here
And I won't be forsaken
Wicked when I was just a man but sickening now and fed by fear!
The beast has been awakened
No!

They all think it's just pretend!
You'll never, ever sleep again
All your friends are fucking dead! (dead, dead, dead)
You can't turn down your own deathbed

When night comes creeping
My cruel hand will rock you to sleep

I'm the American nightmare with American dreams
Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm living the dream
I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver screen

I'm the American nightmare, I'm the man of the dreams
Where the glove is God, so I'm sinking my claws in the silver screen

One, two— dreams do come true
Three, four,— see you at the morgue
Five, six— he'll get his fix
Seven, eight— now shake the twisted hand of fate!

No!
Shake the twisted hand of fate!
No!
All your friends are fucking dead! (dead, dead, dead)

When night comes creeping
My cruel hand will rock you to sleep

I'm the American nightmare with American dreams
Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm living the dream
I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver screen

I'm the American nightmare, I'm the man of your dreams
Where the glove is God, so I'm sinking my claws in the silver screen