Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz

.i can't remember my dreams, only my (daymares) nightmares.

.i can't remember my dreams, only my (daymares) nightmares.

time holds a loaded gun to my head

warm words can’t stop the freeze

i just feel sorry for all the murky, smog-filled sunsets you’ll never get to see

toxic cause and nauseating effect, beaten and bound and left on the side of the road for dead

now we’re shooting golden bullet holes in the velvet black sky

and you’re too busy sweating like a criminal on the stand

they’re all technological zombies lost in a digital sea

pull the plugs in their heads and watch it collapse and decay

this city is a sin and they’re all goddamn(ed) devils

everybody’s got their own devils

waking up asleep and falling asleep awake

every dream has its thorns