Nightmare
These nightmares that are crawling,
Just beneath my skin,
Waiting for the day,
They'll be free once again.
These nightmares that are clawing,
Just beneath my skin,
I'm waiting for the day,
I'll be free once again.
I'm running through this wasteland,
The caverns of my mind,
Searching for a will to live,
Searching for something I cannot find.
I'm running through this wasteland,
The laborynth of my mind,
Searching for something inhuman,
Searching for something divine.
Some would say I'm acting,
Others would say I'm sad,
But I live in a world of dreams,
It's really not that bad.
Some would say I'm pathetic,
Others would say I'm mad,
But the dreams of pain and torture,
Are the best I've ever had.
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