Out To Sea - Track 2

I begin to hear screams
Coming from my dreams
They come from underneath
The come from beneath—what?

Worth
A thought worth mentioning
Is a thought worth depicting
But the thoughts I have, make me feel insane
People call me crazy, and I begin to hate my brain
Thoughts
They keep coming
They won’t stop
They take over my body
Until I feel what’s left of me
And what’s left of me I can’t explain
Dreams
They come at certain moments
Momentarily you know it
Make you rethink your life
Want to relive your life, right
Reality
But then it ends
You hit your bed and your morning begins
You hold onto what is left
Barely there, but left on the tip of your breath
You search hard, unable to remember
Unable to decide if it’s reality
Or if you’re just a dreamer

As a kid it was different
They were all happy dreams with happy things
But now it seems the picture’s different than we dreamed
You start to grow up and you start to do things
And your dreams change from happy thoughts
To those who haunt your past
To the things you thought you forgot
And reminds you of the task
It’s not fun anymore, is it?
No, not at all
You just want to fall
Down, down, down
Out of this dream, onto your bed
Up from the floor, before your dreams were dead
Out of this thing
Where nothing seems to seem
Right anymore
Youth out the door

Nothing really stays the same
Between the dreams and the nightmares
You forgot why you came
Unprepared and unaware
But the message I’m portraying
Is not what I’m saying
I forgot why I’m here
Am I even near
To what you want to hear
Oh please, oh dear
It’s not music to please your ear
It’s to show you that we all live in fear
So give me a chance to speak my thoughts
No, don’t keep me in a box
My insight unlocked
But I fear that it’s not...

See, I write these songs
But how am I suppose to record
The beat that’s in my head
Braindead
I rather keep it stored
Take a walk inside my head
Can’t you hear it, can’t you feel it?
I was pronounced braindead
So leave it

((This is my prologue. I hope you enjoyed.))