The Crowd

In your dreams, you hunt the zombie crowd

I know 'cause I was there as well

Your shotgun running out of shells

The windows will not hold them back

Will not hold them back

And you don't have to plan your apology

When you wake and you dream that you strangled me

When you wake and you are horrified

By what you found in your sleeping mind

You dreamt of chases, you dreamt of giant waves

You dreamt your childhood friends danced faceless on the stage

You dreamt you killed in Desert Storm

To decorate your uniform

You died and were reborn

You died and were reborn

And I won't plan my apology

When I wake from a night of infidelity

When I wake and I'm horrified

By what I've found in my sleeping mind