• Floating in an anesthetic subconscious
    Where nightmares rule the night
    And dreams bubble red with blood
    The whirling of little bugs echo in my head
    Clouded vision opening on drifts of ivory
    Lets me watch as the pieces tumble down
    But it makes me salivate for the cold caress of steel
    Longing for the hot scarlet rush of adrenaline
    That always leaves me broken right in two
    Six feet under
    And trying to forget you
    My dirty little secret, tattered at the edges
    Sitting on a dusty street corner all alone
    A silhouette creeps closer
    And the clock strikes midnight
    Closer...closer
    Completely catatonic, there's nowhere left to run
    Closer...closer
    It tugs on my sleeve and I have no choice anymore
    God please wake me from these twisted dreams
    "Always hiding and pretending
    Always lying and crying
    Veil of virtue hung to hide your past
    Now face the bitter sweet"
    It pulls me deeper and deeper into the void
    Trailing beads of red
    "Let the water pour
    Let it rise above your head
    And drown you"