Sometimes when the sun sets, things don't always seem the same Sometimes when it's dark the mundane things don't seem as sane
Sleep escaping me, in the tiny hours When no other soul would care to wake The moon above, transmitting dark powers My thoughts of rest, are thoughts that I forsake
Sometimes when the sun sets, things don't always seem the same Sometimes when it's dark the mundane things don't seem as sane
Bedside spectres, keep me company Candles sometimes, light themselves Erie noises, turn to voices Eyes shimmer, where they shouldn't And the Shadows, aren't quite themselves
Table floats across the room Shadows seem to take new forms Orbs of light floating aimlessly in the gloom
Distant noises Nearby voices Strange instructions to end my life Plague me as I try in vain to rest
Need to run, terror fills me I can't wait another second Yet somehow something prevents me from fleeing
Morning comes, then i'm more tired Than the night I just endured Fatigue keeps compounding from the horrors that transpired
When the day breaks, so much worse off than before My nights and days; indistinguishable These visitations, make themselves scarce by the dawn And by the dawn I find myself feeling more gone My consciousness so heavily weighted My panicked longing just to feel sedated Aside from terror I can't really feel And at this point I don't even know what's real
Sometimes when the sun sets things don't always seem the same Sometimes when it's dark the mundane things don't seem as sane
Keeping it together, getting harder Functional life, mine's retired As the day wanes, blood starts pumping Right at nightfall, heart starts thumping Right at nightfall.... Nightfall
And just like clockwork it all happens again I collapse from another agonizing day to my bed Only to find myself gripping the edge Just wishing for death or for this nightmare to endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.