Do tell me why my dreams Speak to me always of never? For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever shame
This searing imagery roots within my consciousness Imagery that which I wish to know of, and wish not to know of They are one in the same The silence of screaming, deep within the void of my never Take away the emptiness
The dance echoes its imagery to me Again and again... and again Our dance... our very last dance Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams
Why must I dream of the flourishing fountain Ever flowing with the blood of all whom hath cried out my name?
Forget not my name
The dance echoes its imagery to me Again and again... and again Our dance... our very last dance Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams
A glimpse of a beautiful painting slips away Leaving in its place a canvas of endless black... Yet the illusion remainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
