I could not protect her from the dangers beneath Nor could I project the haunting image I’d see She k**ed herself in a dream I had I knew things had decayed, but I did not know how bad Who’s responsible for what I’ll see when I sleep? It is divinely designed, or is it conjured by me? She k**ed herself in a dream I had If it was sent here to me, why can’t I send it back? Unconsciously touched by a hand as it swings Angry as I could be despite how lovely she seems She k**ed herself in a dream I had Sprung awake by the sound of sirens from up ahead