Versuri Trauma (Pol) - This Cant Be True
nightmare hatches from my consciousness Disorder drills in my head Bearfoot I run from the pit of a burning house I can't believe in what I'm feeling Bombed with disturbing thoughts I walk down the steers stairs of fear The night is an absolute horror Cold darkness with no begining nor end I believe the demons of the night My life rolls on the edge of a dream Is this what people call hell? Where does this eon? Where does this eon? Who am I? Where am I going? I stand naked in the middle of the night Pittypull plaing my role of existence My thoughts and feelings www.inheritance.boo.pl Departed somewhere in another dimension They sink in shapeless darkness This can't be true The dream that was suppose to end Whis can't be true Where does this end?