In my dream she had a chainsaw in her hands
But no matter how hard she tried, it couldn’t cut me
For in dreams, chainsaws just don’t kill
She even took off her head, but she kept on talking.
‘There is more chance of death today than death yesterday
For yesterday is gone,
But who knows what’s in store today?
So sleep well and let me rip off your arms
For mutilation here has many possibilities
But no repercussions.’