[00:13.56]As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed[00:22.77]And a bundle of newspaper under my head[00:32.16]I dreamed a dream, as strange as could be[00:38.04]Concerning myself, and somebody like me[00:58.20]We were in some city, the stranger and me[01:08.37]The houses were open, and the streets empty[01:18.33]The windows were bare, and the pavements dirty[01:28.05]I asked where I was; my companion ignored me[01:41.04]We entered a graveyard and searched for a tombstone[01:50.16]The graves were disturbed, and the coffins wide open[01:59.55]And the coprses were rotten, yet each one was living[02:05.88]Their eyes were alive with maggots crawling[02:22.44]I cried out in fear, but my voice had left me[02:31.65]My legs were deformed, yet I moved quite freely[02:40.17]My head was on fire, yet my hands were icy[02:46.53]And everywhere light, yet darkness engulfed me[03:20.04]I managed to scream and woke from my slumber[03:30.03]I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered[03:39.72]Where had I been? What could it mean?[03:48.21]It was dark in the deathroom as I slithered under