deep within lifeyou came into this world born to a life of sin your elders gather round smiling deep from withindeep within life
the new dawn is here sun beating down no wind around, too much heat your strength will never be beat
we have travelled far and wide hand in hand side by side talked about everything with pride such a wealth of knowledge deep inside
now the times are changing storms high in the sky emotions falling victims to the clouds and the tears in your eyes
the nightmare begins part 2living in this nightmare you're scared as you can be you try to break from this terror you yearn to be freethe nightmare begins part 2
the land is so barren so dead and so dull you feel like bashing your head in until you break your skull
you've given up hope now looking lost like a kid you've gone and sold your soul again to the highest bid
you walk past the devil to whom your soul was sold you want to regain your life again before you get too old
your life will never be your own i don't know why you came you will never get your soul
the nightmare begins part 1the vampires keep coming creepingup through the night always following you around backs turned you start to fightthe nightmare begins part 1
always in the dark before they start to creep they aiming for your neck now when you fall asleep
the demons come creeping
through the darkness of the eve always grabbing at your flesh you want to run and leave
your feet always stay static they seem glued to the ground you always stay standing too late to be found
they take you to a pleasant place you're unafraid, with no more fear people pass thi
ghostsghosts of the skies like demons pass me by today i'm gonna live tomorrow you will dieghosts
watching out the windows rain falling from the sky washing away the blood and pain you left me in again
am i still dreaming? was i asleep? did i hear you passing? down the halls you creep
are you coming after me? or passing by instead? are you trying to kill me? as i lay in my bed
trying to run my feet stuck to the ground i want to scream, i open my mouth but there comes no sound
locked in this dream
The Art of LivingI sing in the dark with my eyes wide open, alone in a locked room with my heart bleeding out rainbow colors and candy hearts, metaphors in textbook margins and dreams of monochrome skies, futures read in burning bones and pretty, broken things that cut deep before you touch.The Art of Living
I sing until my throat is raw and my voice is hoarse, until my heart is dry and my blood is gone, splashed across these walls.
I sing until I am empty, until I have nothing left to give, and, for these moments, I feel alive.
bad day
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