With tears on my face, wet and burning
I can still feel the nightmares chasing me
I know there's something out there, waiting to appear
And whatever it is makes me so scared
The faster I go, the more it gains
My eyes are playing tricks on me
I keep seeing stuff fly across the room
I hear footsteps on the ceiling
And I'm smelling the witches brew
I hear laughter in the distance
And now a voice is telling me what to do
I don't want to listen, but I feel I have to
I'm flying through time on this trippy ride
I'm seeing witches on their brooms, flying to the moon
I see dragons eating kings, while the queens just sit and scream
I need to get a grip before I flip
