It lurks in my nightmares And peeks through my dreams, A cranium full of monsters, And its about to burst at the seams, And all my thoughts, Like acid drops, Trickles down my spine, And all of hope that's left to me, Sticks to these fears of mine. They whisper secrets in my ear, Morbid tales that none can hear, And despair fills my nights, But the wretched morning never comes, For it trembles at my plight, And thus I am this broken man, My soul so vile and torn, Tormented by this night so long, ...
