Heavy Dreams

"Creatures in the trees,
shake their skeleton keys,
smoke and mirrors high,
lest the circus dies,
crimson funeral ghost,
these fanatics come,
legions in the night,
meet by candlelight,
creatures in the night.

In the night they crawl,
out of skies they fall,
they control your mind,
under a branch of twine,
creatures break the night,
dreaming spells of old,
come and take their hand
head into the fold.

Heavy dreams.

Creatures break the night,
dreaming spells of old,
come and take their hand.

Lest the circus dies,
crimson funeral ghost,
creatures in the night.

Heavy dreams".