الأغاني:
Death Dream

Now, don't you worry 'bout a thing It's just a bad dream mama So, let's get ourselves together and roll I'm just a mean machine so tight and skinny And

a plane I need a butler And a trip to Spain I need everything The world owes me I tell that to myself And I agree I'm caught in a dream, so what? You

just open up and go And I just feel I can be anything That all I might ever wish to be And fantasize just what I want to be Make my wildest dreams come

Cruch your mind Take your dreams and die with them Destroy your... Death comes ripping and takes you away In your own dreams you feel the pain

Dreaming about my mother dying My mind is set at ease Number the bodies in the mortal world Spreading disease Nodding acquaintances to be sure Making '

is a death dream In the daytime I go to the cemetery buildings In search of books And never do I find the right one I just browse through death books

Soul sucking Factory of all your dreams Cinema regressing at you, baby Charge it to production, will you baby? Hollywood, in Hollywood Somewhere in a canyon, death

Surrounding spectacle to occupy curiosity Nullifies the need to face reality Forms of escapism and entertainment Occupy and disable thought

gazing throgh the glass of pills frstration as shadow of it condemned to be ,a slave of this game what sustains my existence? the broken dream's everything