paroles de chanson The American Nightmare (Live in Riverside / 2023) - ICE NINE KILLS

You're not falling asleep yet, are you California?
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!
Are we fucking ready?

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 living the dream
I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream
(Sweet dreams)
Oh!

I need you to get your fucking claws in the sky!
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)
Yeah!
All your friends are fucking dead!
Middle fingers up
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 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, oh-oh-oh-oh

Get them up, get 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

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

When night comes creeping
My cruel hand will rock you to sleep (sing it)

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 scream
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

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 scream