Sweat runs down a distressed face This cold paralyzes the muscles inside Repulsion grows crushing the senses Doesn't assimilate truth, distorted mind Break into a run for my life This nightmare became a fact that's grim Immeasurable form of a tangible horror Hungry for twisted night terror and dream
Something is coming, i can feel its footsteps Towards me, it comes withering This terror dominates the imposed reality Dimensions come together Colliding and distorting
I, the one who sees it through the painting I know what expects me beyond delirium I, the one who sees it through the painting I perceive my mind hallucinating
Break into a run for my life This nightmare became a fact that's grim Immeasurable form of a tangible horror Hungry for twisted night terror and dream
Something is coming I can feel It comes withering
This terror dominates The imposed reality Dimensions come together Colliding and distortingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
