第1个回答 2010-06-20
Distorted Faces
Distorted faces
Shadowed beings
Bloody traces
Demons singing.
A hallowed ground
Not a single sound
But a dreadful scream
Within this dream.
They scratch, they tare
At me with out a care.
They want my soul,
I just want to let go...
Give up and leave,
Allow them to have me.
But I am still alive
And they still try.
If only this was a dream
And everything wasn't as it seems.
But it is real, it's how I feel
And if only my mind would finally heal.
I could be happy, I could be free.
I could finally be the real me.
But there are these distorted faces
Following me, bloody traces...
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