I know where the nightmares sleep On what fodder do they feed For two long weeks I stayed awake Until I saw one cross your face I knew that you had been untrue I didn't know how but I knew The who you spoke to in your dreams Was never how you spoke to me I know where the nightmares sleep On what fodder do they feed I followed them back down to hell And I spent some time down there myself. Nightmares have their dreams, as well. And when they sleep they go to hell And they drink their fill on lakes of blood Canter 'cross the skull-paved And nurse their little colts on flies Their coltish teeth like kitchen knives And look down from abysmal cliffs Their dead hair by the lead wind riffed On denizens too deep to see Whose own dreams nightmares' nightmares be. I know where the nightmares sleep On what fodder do they feed I'd been awake so long by then They thought that I was one of them. Nightmares cannot be ribcaged Midnight's just a steeplechase Down silver needles half will go And pin your navel to your soul The other half will go instead A'gallop 'cross the kicked-up bed And find the one who's sleeping sound And drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down where I got took And through he may not want to look I'll sift hell for an equal pain. Shard-born beetles boiling rain I'll prop his eyes and down them feed The same hell you both fed to me. I know where the nightmares sleep On what fodder do they feed I followed them back down to hell And I spent some time down there myself. I know where the nightmares sleep I know where the nightmares sleep I know where the nightmares sleep I know where the nightmares sleep I know where the nightmares sleep...
I know where the nightmares sleep On what fodder do they feed For two long weeks I stayed awake Until I saw one cross your face I knew that you had been untrue I didn't know how but I knew The who you spoke to in your dreams Was never how you spoke to me I know where the nightmares sleep On what fodder do they feed I followed them back down to hell And I spent some time down there myself. Nightmares have their dreams, as well. And when they sleep they go to hell And they drink their fill on lakes of blood Canter 'cross the skull-paved And nurse their little colts on flies Their coltish teeth like kitchen knives And look down from abysmal cliffs Their dead hair by the lead wind riffed On denizens too deep to see Whose own dreams nightmares' nightmares be. I know where the nightmares sleep On what fodder do they feed I'd been awake so long by then They thought that I was one of them. Nightmares cannot be ribcaged Midnight's just a steeplechase Down silver needles half will go And pin your navel to your soul The other half will go instead A'gallop 'cross the kicked-up bed And find the one who's sleeping sound And drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down where I got took And through he may not want to look I'll sift hell for an equal pain. Shard-born beetles boiling rain I'll prop his eyes and down them feed The same hell you both fed to me. I know where the nightmares sleep On what fodder do they feed I followed them back down to hell And I spent some time down there myself. I know where the nightmares sleep I know where the nightmares sleep I know where the nightmares sleep I know where the nightmares sleep I know where the nightmares sleep...
