Tonight won't be like the others... Blood runs cold beneath the covers. Evil lives in the heart of the night. We've come to exacerbate fright.
Wide eyed: pupils dilating. The Parasomniac is crazy. Is this real? Or am I dreaming? Kick and scream: Blackheart's encroaching...
And now your mind is racing. True terror is approaching. Your primal fear, awakened. Yet you cannot wake up...
Master of your dreams pulls the puppet strings. Twitching, tingling, pray for light. I'm afraid to close my eyes. I know what my mind will open. And I know that I need slumber. Let me lay here a little longer...
In silhouette, the faceless crawl. Closer and closer, come their calls. Every night, deprivation tolls. One day, I won't wake up at all... And now your mind is racing. True terror is approaching. Your primal fear, awakened. Yet you cannot wake up... Master of your dreams pulls the puppet strings. Twitching, tingling, pray for light.
I'm afraid to close my eyes. For I know what my mind will open. I know that I need slumber. Let me lay here a little longer... For many, sleep is fraught with things worse than nightmares. Demons walk among us in the land of dreams.
(Solo: Almeida)
And now your mind is racing. True terror is approaching. Your primal fear, awakened. Yet you cannot wake up... Master of your dreams pulls the puppet strings. Twitching, tingling, pray for light.
I'm afraid to close my eyes. For I know what my mind can open. I know that I need slumber. Let me lay here a little longer... Let me lay here a little longer. Let me lay here a little longer...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
