I am afraid of the dark
Because that's where I live
A body without meaning
My own disfigured limbs
I shall not speak of fear
But something far beyond it
A world wich i've created
But in wich I cannot live
A light surrounds my coffin
Where the meeting of two worlds collide
No skeleton to offer, hung upon a cross
I have doomed myself to stay forever paralyzed
The death of dreams creation
Lord of the flies
This tomb we call the earth cannot recify
The nothingnss of being
Lord of the flies
Ties that will blind you unto me in death and in sleep
This is plague
Of souls who have stopped searching
Never will you
Never will you rest
Perhaps I am speaking from under a veil
My heart and I lay bleeding
Tears of angels who have failed
Children, come and take me by the hand
Then you will learn to understand
That fire is fire and sand is sand
Come take me by the hand
Lost in a thought called freedom
I seek a form of escape, I wake alone and weeping
To find my features erased
This is plague, the withered flesh
Of souls who have stopped searching
Never will you
Never will you rest
This is the world in wich we live
The darkened path on wich we crawl
Never to rise
We climb only to fall