Did you wonder where your dreams come from?
A magical land or the subconscious mind...
Take me to that place below
Where the demons dwell...
Blood dripping down, I try not to make a sound.
Out stretched his wings, and somewhere someone...
Crimson fairie
On a cold dark night...
Cuts and bruises, fears and cries
A plastic world created by lies...
The room was that of pastels tainted
with the shimmer of iridescent whites...
Painting a picture for everyone to see,
Through this artistry, I can make you belive...
Close your eyes
Slip into the darkness...
In sign of old friendship
let me be thy dream...
Hatreds portal to a place deep within,
Dispose the deserts chill...
Do you believe in me
I believe in you...
In the background, I hear,
Your fear, Sick with laughter...