I close my eyes,
and behold the trumpets.
This fucking nightmare is the only thing i know.
As they try to light the candles,
ghosts of regret grasp my coffin handles.
The chilling wind tears the tendons of my soul,
the chilling wind tears the tendons of my heart.
This is how I sleep...
These demons nourish me.
The octaves climb, and my eyes close tighter.
The scent of blood, and my head gets lighter.
I slip away in the frigid autumn breeze.
The ground below sings distant melody.
This Is How I Sleep.
Darkness swallows me.
There was a time before my hopes all died,
before my days gave way to blackened skies.
But that's all gone and there's nothing left to hold.
The anger builds, the hatred forges steel.
This disease for me is far too real.
It's far too real...
A perfect song to describe catastrophes.
a fire dances on the eves of every tree.
This Is How I Dream
Nightmares Haunting Me.
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