Lately I’ve been having this dream

Where we are at a ville at a house or a film

We all get in a old red car, I’m a shotgun Im on fire Let me sleep

Behind me a pretty Swiss girl, a close friend and blurry memories

The girl starts kissing my friend frenetically

She takes out the needle, checks the amount, it could have been a spit

She put it in her arm, and then asks if the guy wants any of it

He surely does as he drags up for the injection of adrenaline

His eyes are gone, and he just starts kissing this girl in front of him

Suddenly they stop, they guy moves real slow, the weapon comes in handy

Suddenly a sting in my thy, his diabolical smile, the clowny laughs as everything means nothing to me

Heavy eyelids, can’t even talk, I am palpitating with my whole body

The needle is still there, I feel like dying, wake down from my bed with sweat surrounding me

Epilogue 

What’s scary is that more and more this story could be real

I don’t want to get to that point of life where hell is unleashed

My mind keeps going off like a kill off switch

Let me go let me sleep I don’t want to be a part of it

Off with his head, let it roll, it is no longer necessary

What if I wake up and the devil is grabbing me by the feet

Will I be strong enough to make him leave

Or will I be the one to succumb to his unworthy dreams

It all falls on me as you can seE

Should I seek for help or should I work on my speech

Later that month:

Man what if I end up like Elliott Smith

Today I discovered that he was killed 

And that I was born on the same year

What is that suppose to mean?