When I lay at night to have good dreams upon my bed.
I only see destruction, darkness and demons in my head,
Apparently I can't leave my dream; I couldn't flee.
Stocked in my imagination, not alone but demons with me.

What a catastrophe no one here to help lend a hand.
In desperate need in a dark, desolate land,
Where demons attack and run me down.
Where no one's voice could ever be found.

Amazingly, here I am, and here I stand.
In my dream where demons don't care for man.
Where I'm walking in the streets of darkness and all I see is blood.
And every time it seems that I escape I always slip in mud.

We are coming we are coming that's all they would say.
To make me begin to sweat, panic then run far away.
But no matter how far I run and run.
Some how they're right there waiting, standing where there's no sun.

Seldom, the time I pray before I sleep.
I think that's why only demons I see.
But I pray to you Lord please in peace, help me lay,
And I'm not promising, but I will try my best and remember to pray.