First to Eleven - Nightmare

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I shall die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted lies and trusted men
Broke down and put myself back together again
Stared in the mirror and
Punched it to shatters
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I've pinched my skin in
Between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some
Parts off with some scissors

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I got no one to smile for
I waited a while for a moment to say I don't
Owe you a goddamn thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
That I'm no sweet dream
But I'm a hell of a night

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak if
You just let me breathe
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
Lettin' a man tell me what I
Should do with my bed
Keep my exes in check in my basement
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse
You're complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I got no one to smile for
I waited a while for a moment to say I don't
Owe you a goddamn thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

Someone like me can be a real nightmare
Completely aware but I'd rather be a real
Nightmare, than die unaware, yeah
Yeah, someone like me can
Be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare
So save me your prayers

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
That I'm no sweet dream
But I'm a hell of a night

Written by:
Ashley Frangipane, Benny Blanco, Cashmere Cat, Elena Kiper, Happy Perez, Ivan Shapovalov, Martin Kierszenbaum, Sergey Sasunikovich Galoyan, Trevor Horn, Valery Polienko

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