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