Bedroom Project - Dead Bird Pop

Dreams

I had powerless dreams, dreams of ceasing it all
Felt so empty inside, swallowed by a black hole
Anger called the Black Dog was devouring my soul
Am I spared from this now? I don't really think so

Still have powerless dreams, dreams of ceasing it all
Bleeding tongue, spit with blood, comprehend the whole world
Empty and useless days, with no joy, with no goal
Would you please be so kind to hang me on the pole?

I have different dreams, dreams of fighting this war
Of a knife in my boot, choices made, either/or
Being drunk, being calm, venturous to the core
Life is never enough so I'm craving for more

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