Pyro's Perfect Picture

Everyone's asleep Sleeping on the ground Confetti 'round their silhouette The moon in the background My pillow in one hand The carrot in the other Hit 'em on the head Across their neck I didn't bother Bubbles I put on them Through the machine in my hand Right across their foreheads Is where the bubbles land I see their families on their knees Laughing on the floor They seem like they want fun So I give them slightly more A carrot, no, the bubbles How about water from the hose Strapped across my back It's just how the story goes Spraying them hysterically Their skin turning bright pink They lay their heads across the ground Sleeping as they did But I'm covered in confetti And the others have their fun As I pull back out my hose They pull out their bubble guns They seem to want to play So I spray it onto their clothes But they seem not understanding 'Cause it's just their good friend pyro They say to turn around And so they bring me to their play place They put me in a pillow room And take the goggles off my face I look around the area I wait to hear their plans I look down at my body The blood still on my hands But what about the carrot And the confetti that I knew Was this the dream they had The dream