Mountain - MotorPsycho

Allright, so maybe I dreamed it all

But the blisters on my skin they tell me different

Bad dreams-sugarcoated tabs fom hell

Drowning in the wishing well I save for you

Stone cold sweat

I bleed to death every night

Something here ain’t exactly right

Someone turn the wheel before I drown

Beneath your mountain

Oh, it's so strange

Sometimes I see these things

That don’t exist

Beyond my dreams…

Wake up, with nerves sprayed on the wall

There’s a saint across the hall, but she’s not at home now

Empty-too full of fear to fill up

Too far gone to stop, too scared to move