Nightly rituals Little do I know This could be The last time I will see this world It seems to be So useless to me Yet so needy In my restless slumber I toss and turn Dreaming of the day What a day it was Random things I foresee Oh my god what the A shadow in the dark He stands before me Outer body it seems He stands before me Victimlessly Standing behind Watching his work As he carves into me Blood flows seamlessly He turns to flee Passing through me This isn't a dream He slaughtered me This cannot be I beg for redemption Hoping for acceptance For my resurrection As I look down I see my hands Cover in blood and flesh I raise my head To my reflection Wait I am him I must flee This murder scene I walk outside A new kind I'm a new kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
