Melted Moonbeams - No Nightmares Lyrics

Lullabies go bye-bye and dirges don't surge
This new chronic sleeplessness is giving me the urge
To splurge upon some safety if I could find it
I've escaped all the monsters so I hope they don't mind it
They've chased me for infinity
I'm devoid of tranquility
Insomnia provides stability
In what I will and won't see
Yes, if I peel my eyes all terrors, like these, will cease:
The giant, skinless baby who growled dark, Egyptian spells
Jesus, as a zombie, juggled clocks and spelled
Out "DEATH" with ripped-out flesh, fresh off a swine
It's skull floated to me and whispered "Everything's fine..."
Yes, I'll keep the no-sleep, I'll avoid this void
This constant terror of mine will morph into rest so sublime

I'll be happy I'll be having no nightmares
Digging into my brain
No nightmares
Disturbing my thoughts
No nightmares
Making happiness drain
No nightmares
Corrupting my thoughts
No nightmares
Eating my mind
No nightmares
Controlling my thoughts
No continuous violent imagery
No making peaceful life stop

Fuzzy, bleeding mouths swarmed out of the black trees
Batman ate horsecock-tacos under a tank, secretly
But the mouth-moths caught him, gobbled him to the bone
They flew back to the forrest and left me shivering alone
Trapped inside a casket made of glass
Filled to the brim with liquid fear and confusion gas
Teeth-covered rhino-birds destroyed my little palace
That I made with fear to escape all the madness
Until I wake up, theres no clear escape
That could be lightyears away, cuz my mind is being draped
By the hands of the monsters
Imposters of reality, doctors of the cruel degree
Let my brain make a hologram for you to see

I'll be happy I'll be having no nightmares
Plaguing my life
No nightmares
Invading my brain
No nightmares
Stabbing my mind
No nightmares
Killing my brain
No nightmares
Crumbling my spirit
No nightmares
Devouring my brain
No constant, graphic visions
No driving me insane

Awake now, I feel a sense of relief
But the foot-face ogre still has me in disbelief
So does the piss-dragon and the vagina made of knives
And the fat frog-witch who devoured all the lives
Of the goblin trumpeteers, who blared their horns
Those poor creatures' eyes were squished with thorns
Just like my throat was when I woke with a gasp
Panting more, the chance to make future last
And the past forgotten, expel it from my head
If I'm willing to never sleep again