I dream I want to kill you
then chew on your blood
I dream you drown on a flood,
your own doing
for being a harmful narcissist psychopathic crazy being
sweet dreams are made of death
carrying you down through the river of your last breath,
Not really, actually it´s just a willy nilly for my head you silly.
Sweet dreams are made of forgiveness, in your case that is
which is, you´re not worth a dime at the end of the day
for me you can not, as you try as much, you can´t be benign
that dime? Out the window to play a bingo
So yes, sweet dreams are made of forgiveness
which thankfully leaves you in a far memory distance.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.