I know where the nightmares sleepOn what fodder do they feedFor two long weeks I stayed awakeUntil I saw one cross your faceI knew that you had been untrueI didn't know how but I knewThe who you spoke to in your dreamsWas never how you spoke to meI know where the nightmares sleepOn what fodder do they feedI followed them back down to hellAnd I spent some time down there myself.Nightmares have their dreams, as well.And when they sleep they go to hellAnd they drink their fill on lakes of bloodCanter 'cross the skull-pavedAnd nurse their little colts on fliesTheir coltish teeth like kitchen knivesAnd look down from abysmal cliffsTheir dead hair by the lead wind riffedOn denizens too deep to seeWhose own dreams nightmares' nightmares be.I know where the nightmares sleepOn what fodder do they feedI'd been awake so long by thenThey thought that I was one of them.Nightmares cannot be ribcagedMidnight's just a steeplechaseDown silver needles half will goAnd pin your navel to your soulThe other half will go insteadA'gallop 'cross the kicked-up bedAnd find the one who's sleeping soundAnd drag him down, oh drag him downDrag him down, oh drag him downDrag him down, oh drag him downDrag him down, oh drag him downDrag him down where I got tookAnd through he may not want to lookI'll sift hell for an equal pain.Shard-born beetles boiling rainI'll prop his eyes and down them feedThe same hell you both fed to me.I know where the nightmares sleepOn what fodder do they feedI followed them back down to hellAnd I spent some time down there myself.I know where the nightmares sleepI know where the nightmares sleepI know where the nightmares sleepI know where the nightmares sleepI know where the nightmares sleep...
