To the right of where the heart lies
in the night when all your hope dies
time flies swiftly to the fore

there's a ripcord and you yank it
but the panic's set in too deep
so you fall into one more sleep
and the nightmare
carries on.

I've seen it falling
heard it calling and
know it's out there somewhere
waiting
the nightmare and its wings
is like a missile
and it sings a lullaby to **** me
so I die
with music
ringing in my ears.