Informal Butterflies - Emmure

It’s all in my head

I know it isn’t real, but I can’t help it

Bullet in my temple will fix

All my problems, cure my illness

You are all so perfect

I wish I was like you, but I’m worthless

Follow me I’ll take you under

Cripple you of joy and slumber

Wake me, up I’m dead

End me and the nightmare’s over

Wake me up, I’m dead

End me and the nightmare’s over

Wake me up, I’m dead

End me and the nightmare’s over

Wake me up, I’m dead

End me and the nightmare’s over