Lyrics
Wicked Dreams Abuse
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest;
I see thee still
I see thee still
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
I see thee still
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes.
Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep;
witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
I see thee still
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