| Anything about dreams: | |
| Running through fields of black nothing, Heading for the exit, I keep stumbling, Screaming for help thats not even there, Forever living in this dark nightmare. | |
| I am falling through a looking glass The descent seems inane I saw my reflection in my face And I didn't look the same | |
| Will the skies clear in my blck heart will the screams in my head fade away when will the mourning light wake me from this dark Is this enternal fear the price i have to pay | |
| Will the skies clear in my blck heart will the screams in my head fade away when will the mourning light wake me from this dark Is this enternal fear the price i have to pay | |
| Will the skies clear in my blck heart will the screams in my head fade away when will the mourning light wake me from this dark Is this enternal fear the price i have to pay | |
| Will the skies clear in my blck heart will the screams in my head fade away when will the mourning light wake me from this dark Is this enternal fear the price i have to pay | |
| Will the skies clear in my blck heart will the screams in my head fade away when will the mourning light wake me from this dark Is this enternal fear the price i have to pay |

