Текст песни Nightmare - SOIL

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
Not a single regret will I take

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted liars, I've trusted men
Broken down and put myself
Back together again
Stared in the mirror and
Punched it to shatters
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I've pinched my skin in
Between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some
Parts off with some scissors

"Come on, little sinner, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothing to smile about
I got no one to smile for
I waited awhile for
A moment to say I don't
Owe you a goddamn thing

I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, I'm a hell of a fright
I'm no sweet dream, I'm a hell of a fright

No, I won't smile
But I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak if
You just let me breathe
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
Letting a man tell me how to
Say what's in my head
Keep all my hatred in check in my head space
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse
You're complacent
I could play nice or could be a real bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

"Come on, little sinner, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothing to smile about
I got no one to smile for
I waited awhile for
A moment to say I don't
Owe you a goddamn thing

I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

Someone like me can be
A real nightmare, completely aware
But I'd rather be
A real nightmare than die unaware, yeah
Someone like me can be
A real nightmare, completely aware
But I'm glad to be
A real nightmare, so save me your prayers

I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, I'm a hell of a fright
I'm no sweet dream, I'm a hell of a fright