Sweet dreams, bastard
Hope you burn and rot and swell
Take thy knife and stab it through my heart
But not before I do to you
Cause as long as your living, I’m dead
Won’t you take back those things that you said?
Your blood stains the covers on my bed
And my heart got lost with my head
Sweet dreams, bastard
Your heart beats slowly, gasping, desperate
You watch as I breathe my last breath
But not before you breathe yours
Cause as long as your here I’m not
Why won’t this torture all stop?
My body, with anger, goes hot
As I see all the things I’ve not got
Sweet Dreams, Bastard