I might have been a little naughty But after they killed me I became something much much worse The stuff nightmares are made of
What is this magical dream that I dream I walk through the trees of a forest so green With butterflies of colors that I've never seen The wind is a whisper and the birds softly sing But when I look again The forest is black The trees are all dead and their branches are bare And slowly I realise that my dream has become a nightmare!
And slowly I realise that my dream has become a nightmare
I might have been a little naughty But after they killed me I became something much much worse The stuff nightmares are made o