Your words scream softly in the depths of this dream
Unaware that things are not what they seem:
The pale, full moon shines in the night
and the sad wolf's song rings out with fright.
The sweet scented roses sharpen their thorns
While the breeze blows softly;
Making trees mourn
Your illusions
They guide me
Through this dark maze
Releasing the loneliness that has held me for days
Your hypnotizing words corrupt my mind
Killing me softly,
Making me blind.
Bittersweet tears will roll down my face
As we continue this game
Toying with fate
