I was always told when you die...
You meet your maker eye to eye...
Like a dream within a dream
weaved from the dark night...
As her hair blew in the wind, the angels counted...
No matter how hard she tried...
I am your addiction and you are all mine.
You know I get jealous; Let's do this line...
I think that my subconscious still
keeps some traces of your memory...
I'm scared of the dark...
No! I'm scared of Night...
My eyes had witnessed sight,
of the burning sunshine bright...
Awaken from my deep slumber of materialism
Exist unto a humans eyes substantial realm alone...
As I pick myself up off the floor
My hands trembling under the strain...
The voices are calling
But only I hear...
In the middle of this forest
Far from civalisation...
He tried so hard to get in touch with his feminine...
But was young and just had too much masculine...