Nights Interlude
Nightmares on Wax Lyrics

I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
I am sitting at a coffee table, feeling disoriented and unable to think clearly.

Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate
Observing parallel lines that seem to twist and move in unpredictable ways.

Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak
Looking out through a window with rain streaks, seeing a gloomy and depressing scene.

Another train leavin' home
Another train departing from its origin.

Conceding defeat with a low moan
Accepting failure and expressing it through a quiet, mournful sound.

Hangin' in a sky, made of stone
Suspended in a sky that feels solid and unyielding.

Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome
Everyone is leaving their homes, so I contacted my friend Jerome.

To come meet me in the twilight zone
To join me in a mysterious and eerie place.

Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone
Don't bring your mobile phone and come without any company.

I bought him coffee and a snack
I purchased coffee and a small meal for him.

Settled back, started speakin'
Relaxed and began talking.

He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap
He was adjusting and fidgeting with the peak of his cap.

While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober
Meanwhile, I am trying to find out what I need to do to remain sober.

Not cover my mistakes
Instead of hiding my mistakes.

Try to maybe make sense of the evidence
Attempting to understand the evidence and make sense of it.

It's over, she's gone for good
It's finished, she has left permanently.

Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby?
Why should I deceive myself by singing a comforting song that masks the pain?

Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
Recognized by the fading sound of her farewell.

The last thing you hear before your life disappears
The final sound you perceive before your existence vanishes.

Now it just gets worse, like my stomach will burst
Now the situation becomes even more difficult, as if my stomach is about to explode.

Feel like I've been cursed
Sensing that I have been plagued or condemned.

With seven centuries of bitter memories
Burdened with seven hundred years of unpleasant recollections.

And inadequacies, previous he's and she's
And feelings of insufficiency, past romantic partners.

I'm movin' round this old house for the last time
I am wandering through this old house for the final occasion.

Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes
Location where I committed past wrongdoings, stayed here for numerous lifetimes.

Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock
Hearing the sounds of the old clock that used to taunt or ridicule.

You got eternity for takin' stock
You have all of eternity to reflect and assess your actions.

This place is like a padlock
This place is like a locked enclosure.

You look shocked
You appear surprised.

Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust
Believe me, nothing ever changes except for the accumulation of dust.

There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease
There are only us and I am here to inflict suffering and playfully provoke.

And that's how it was for centuries
And that is how it has been for countless centuries.

Me and my memories, till you brought the keys
Myself and my memories, until you brought the means of escape.

Took the couple of Saturdays
Spent a few Saturdays.

I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
I arrived hastily, trying to escape from misfortunes and excessive drinking.

Seven hundred years since I came here
Seven hundred years have passed since I arrived in this place.

You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
You appear, with the same hairstyle and same curious look.

I couldn't get near
I couldn't come close to you.

And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear
And the intense frustration was overwhelming for me.

I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part
I was truly plagued, believing I had already experienced the most difficult phase.

That was just the first part, just the start
That was merely the initial segment, merely the beginning.

Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart
Every night, I would sit in fear and sorrow, causing anguish.

In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base
In case the man she was pursuing advances further in their relationship.

And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape
And I cannot escape, I am in a poor condition.

You making love to someone else is more than I can take
You being intimate with another person is more than I can bear.

And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
And so I make every effort to change the situation, but it is futile.

Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell
Shout and cry out, falling further into my own private torment.

I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee
I am becoming agitated, I apologize, have another cup of coffee.

I needed to release my sparrow chest
I needed to free the tightness in my chest, feeling like a trapped bird.

From just a piece of this pressure
From only a fragment of this burden.

Unless an escape route is found
Except if a way to escape is discovered.

I'm going down underground
I am descending into a subterranean place.

Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd
Into countless lifetimes filled with suffering, it is ridiculous.

The heaviest chain is contained, is the sound of one word
The most burdensome chain is formed by the weight of a single word.

So I'm referred back to hell, huh
So I am sent back to hell, huh.

Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges
Just as well, I detest needles and feel sharp pains.

At the thought of syringes
When I think about syringes.

J, I'm going insane with shame
J, I am becoming mentally unstable due to overwhelming guilt.

I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again
I dream and continuously observe her engaging in intimacy.

With what I call a farmer's swain
With someone I consider to be a simple-minded and unsophisticated individual.

Unintelligent, pea-brained retard whose dick is always hard
An unintelligent, foolish person with constant sexual arousal.

Oh god, of course I'm jealous, fellows
Oh god, naturally I am envious, my fellow beings.

Oversexed flexing his pecs
Excessively sexually active, showing off his chest muscles.

Jesus, what's he going make her do next?
Jesus, what actions will he make her perform next?

I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest
I am extremely irritated by the way she softly scratches his chest.

You used to do that to me back in twelve-fifty-three
You used to do that to me in the year 1253.

Pity me, while you lie with your lover
Feel sorry for me, as you lie with your romantic partner.

I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair
I gaze upon you and suffer in hopelessness as you playfully touch his hair.

Unaware of who else is there
Unconscious of the presence of other individuals.

I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
I move rapidly, wanting to attempt my method one final time.

You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline
You know that it is feasible to faintly perceive my shape.

When dust move in the sunshine
When dust particles float in the sunlight.

So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch
Therefore, I am attempting to transform, oscillating to a nearly-human state.

Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched
This reminds me of how I used to become unraveled or emotionally unstable.

And switch 'round the house in a blind rage
And move rapidly around the house in a state of rage without seeing clearly.

It took years and an ocean of tears
It required many years and an overwhelming amount of tears.

To find the key to this cage
To discover the means to escape from this prison.

And write another stage into a new age
And create a new chapter in a different era.

It's difficult to gauge
It is challenging to assess or measure.

But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend
But I am certain that I will encounter you again, you can rely on that.

I just don't know how or when
I simply do not know the specifics of when or how it will happen.

Sleep on, my lost love on gone
Continue to sleep, my departed and lost love.