Lyrics The American Nightmare (Live in Lowell / 2022) - ICE NINE KILLS

Does Massachusetts want more?
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 (Go)

This is your last chance Massachusetts
Let's go
Fast asleep, 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 countin' the bodies while you count sheep
I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm livin' the dream
I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream
Sweet dreams (No)
I need you to get your claws up in the sky, Massachusetts

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 now
They all think it's just pretend (What is it?)
You'll never, ever sleep again
All your friends are fucking 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 countin' the bodies while you count sheep
I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm livin' the dream
I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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 scream

One, two, dreams do come true (Scream it)
Three, four, see you at the morgue (Send us)
Five, six, he'll get his fix (To fucking Hell)
Seven, eight, shake the twisted hand of fate
No!
Shake the twisted hand of fate (No!)
All your friends are fucking dead (One more time, motherfuckers)

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

I'm the American nightmare with American dreams
Of countin' 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 scream
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Get 'em up!)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Get 'em up! Get 'em up!)
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 scream

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