I had this dream where I woke up to a grand commotion   And um, I jumped from the blankets   And whipped the door from its lock   And rushed blindly into the blackness of the hallway      But there, on all sides lying next to each other   Were rows and rows of executioners      Some were shirtless, robe less and throbbing with anticipation   Sweat delicately sneaking through their body hair   All were hooded   Some like seventeenth century guillotine henchmen      Others had crudely made hoods like scarecrows   Or sudden ripped ski masks with slobber from their clenching jaws   And some had burlap masks sown together   So they looked like they were made of human skin      Each one held a weapon, large mallets, crudely fashioned axes   And large clubs, pipes, but I wasn't compelled to retreat, no      I was forced to move between them   Past their swinging weapons   The clubs, the bats, the slicing tools, the shovels   The large and small axes, big boards with nails      Staples and razorblades embedded in them   Taking the beating, falling down, getting up   Again and again and again and again   Driven to make it out at any cost      And next I stumbled into a, this strange marshy world   Where I was, I was oddly drowning   In squirrels and other large starving rodents      Then from above out on the treetops   Several dolls fell from the branches   Where they were hanging   With nooses made of human hair      They all, uh, they started biting and sucking   And trying to feed from me, trying to enter my belly   And some pushed large needles into my veins and   And as I looked back some had nails   Through their hands, torsos and throats      I was froze, dead eyes carbonized   As I kicked them away I could see all around me   Of piles and piles of dead sea life, large fish   Smelly crustaceans covered all in dead shrouds      And their soulless empty bodies whispered   A secret language, I couldn't decipher   But somehow understood and their cries were   Feed me, feed me      They wanted me to devour   Those around them, chew them up into a paste   And smear them inside their mouths      And as I, I turned around   I could see the shape of a woman, perfect, perfectly erotic   Squatting over a pile of these dead things   And as I ran to her and said, "What the fuck are you doing?"      And she had no face and then she turned to glass   And suddenly cracked   And then exploded into a 1000 pieces at my feet      And just as I took a quick breath   This world was shoved and decimated   But an intruding tidal wave of microorganisms   Neutrinos, exploding atoms and binding molecules      I was suddenly in the moon again   Frightened, aching and alone   And that's what I remember most   The ache, I can't escape