Last night, I seemed to have a dream, a vision...
When the gates opens,
I will be free...
I like it,
I love it...
I look at my arm
i see these cuts that i have made...
The burning tyres
Scorches the road...
There were two crescent Moons hanging
caught in the shadow of Venetian eyes...
Majestic dark raven hear my call
Left craven, violated at the wall...
As soon as Kiley seen the gun
She threw it across the room...
Stuck in a room with him alone
Stuck in a place thats so unknown...
Every blood drop on the floor
Hurts like a shot to the core...
My one true friend
though you may be vile and cold...
The night,
mostly when people think of it they get a fright...