Getting ready for bed at a regular time is one of the most important habits you can learn. David has probably never stopped to think what a wonderful thing sleep is. Dreams are normal too. Going to bed at a regular time each night makes it easier for you to go right off to sleep. Rest your head, it's a lullaby. A melody for heavy eyes. So sweet a bed, a regular day. Welcome to your worst nightmare! Lester! This is your last motherfucking chance! Trust the faith that's all in your head now. Yes, scream when it comes for me. But I won't be forsaken. You can't claim this life and then try to sell it. I'll drive my own way down this road. So be tested. Awaken now. The curse is creeping. So wrap your head around, go to sleep. Wake me up. It's American dreams. I've counted the hearts. For you can't change. The American nightmare. Gather in my dreams. I'm slashing my way. Through the golden age of the silver screen. It's a cross on the sky. So now, fingers involved in my clock is ticking. I'm so close. But I won't be forsaken. If you're right, I must trust in them. I'm stuck in here. Take my hand. So be tested. Awaken now. The curse is creeping. What is it? What's that? You'll never ever sleep again. But I won't be forsaken. You can't claim this life and then try to sell it. The curse is creeping. So wrap your head around, go to sleep. Wake me up. It's American dreams. I've counted the hearts. For you can't change. The American nightmare. Gather in my dreams. I'm slashing my way. Through the golden age of the silver screen. The American nightmare. I'm at a future age. Where the cold is gone. So I'm sticking my claws in the silver screen. I'm searching. Still can't dream. What is it? I can't hear you. But I won't be forsaken. Let's go. I won't be forsaken. No. No. I can't trust in anything. No. I have had enough. I can't do it. When night comes. The curse is creeping. So wrap your head around, go to sleep. The American nightmare. It's American dreams. I've counted the hearts. For you can't change. The American nightmare. Gather in my dreams. I'm slashing my way. Through the golden age of the silver screen. The American nightmare. I'm at a future age. Where the cold is gone. So I'm sticking my claws in the silver screen. Sweet dreams. One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song!