A walk in my sleep joins a run in my dream

A pebble removed from the bed of a stream 

Solid ground turns to liquid the liquid to steam 

Wafting off with the air that I breathe 


Five days in a row now I\'ve been wide awake 

The tour of dreamland is a fatal mistake 

Hung drawn and quartered burned at the stake 

In a realm where the doubters believe 


I was then judged by martyrs who died for a cause 

My past sins exposed as they pick at my flaws 

Fed to hellhounds with guillotine blades in their jaws 

Spat back out as they turn tail to leave 


What could frighten a ravenous blood thirsty pack

The hairs on my neck stood with those on my back 

She appeared with the heads of the damned in a sack 

No attempt to be coy or deceive 


I was gone the dark siren had fire in her eyes 

Her smile stripped me of hope and removed my disguise 

To wake up in your arms was the ultimate prize 

Saved again by the magic you weave