Song: Riding The Dragon

I am so weary but I cannot sleep.
My dreams are dragging me down.
I must stay alert lest I fall in a heap.
My dreams are dragging me down.

I’m knee-deep and wading, in rivers of blood.
The bodies are bloated, and floating in mud.
The people are gasping with shocked disbelief.
I’m choking and gagging and I cannot breathe.

And the nightmares are nagging in garlands and wreaths.
With their dressage of death, mourning and grief.
They’re straining each muscle with nostril aflare,
snorting and pulling at the reins of the bier.
They mean to bury me but I am not there.
My dreams are dragging me down

As the towers keep crashing, the city ignites.
My dreams are dragging me down.
Crushed by the fleeing, dark panic and flight.
My dreams are dragging me down.

And just out of earshot, faint whispers announce,
the looming ghost riders on four spectral mounts.
Do they come to wreak vengeance or settle accounts?
My dreams are dragging me down.

And the nightmares are dragons of hot fiery breath,
that tear with their talons the carrion that’s left.
Exhausting their fury in grim shades of death.
My dreams are dragging me down.

I am so weary but I cannot sleep.
My dreams are dragging me down.
New century visions to make a man weep.
My dreams are dragging me down.