Fall into my mattress endlessly
I need to run, just let me sleep
Then the nightmares come that feel so real
Seems the darkness weighs it down
The later on, the more it pounds
And in the morning I’ll make cereal
The world’s coming to an end
What’s the point if we can’t be friends?
Pick me up from dungeon’s ferris wheel
Getting lost inside my head
Not too long ’til we’re all dead
And in the morning I’ll make cereal
wheel
weighs
toast
their
space
sleep
endlessly
cornflakes
fixated
radiation
ferris
darkness
corners
least
nightmares
conversation
poison
friends
brain
frame
every
coming
under
dungeon
armageddon
starts
coral
sharks
favourite
close
getting
inside
world
visits
plucking
creak
always
comes
teeth
makes
night
cereal
insane
marine
maybe
point
leave
mattress
morning
before
pills
pounds
reefs
later
slicing
seems
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