Mr. Sandman, Bring Me A Gun

You say goodnight. I say goodbye Will you define "definition" with anything but your opinion Ive held hands with ignorance, tell me tell me what bliss is I disagree to agree to disagree; ive realized my ignorance I will not remain content with bliss Mr. Sandman bring me a dream Anything but nightmares disguised with Beautiful faces. My subconscious is trying to speak I'm left screaming Dreaming of how things should be Then I awake and cross-reference reality (Misinterpreted identity) Sandman, save me Put me out of my misery Sandman, save me... Mr. Sandman bring me a gun Dear sub-conscious, please tell me... Is confusion your remedy? If so why is this confusing I'm not one to think logically Re-occurring dreams are all too familiar to me It feels so real I can taste the sweat of my own immorality My dreams perception has lost perspective (a false personality) Please God, damn this false identity