I hold vexations back inside of my mind
Like a dam, denying frustration, a way out
The pressure builds

CHORUS: At night while my mind slumbers off at rest so deep
Hatred guides my steps as I walk in my sleep

Cold murders littered in the wake of my dream
I'm deaf to every scream


My subconscious secret to living stress-free
Is manslaughter in the second degree


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