Wake up, run from your dreams.
The hell you're living turns into the...

She's just sitting there.
That damn knife is back in her hand...

In a world where chaos fills ever drop of rain..
Sorrow has flooded all that faces pain...

I stand in the doorway,
an angel with broken wings...

Step after step,
left to right...

A melody sings to the open breeze;
the wind carries on...

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the prettiest of them all...

Misty dreams..
Filled with haze...

Every time I look at the moon,
I see that same face...

I ask myself the same thing every morning.. Hoping...
What happened to the one I used to know? Where on...

Screams.. Pain.. Tears..
Power.. Hatred.. Fear...

Pools of blood,
crimson eyes...