I have this constant dream, I can't figure it out.
I wonder through the forest looking,searching for...
When I'm alone,
I think of you...
I push through into the unknown,
and I can't believe what I see...
Knock it back,
one, two, three...
I have dreamed of your lips for so long,
I had them for only a few hours, but now there...
The Beast that dwells within, is carved of stone and sin. |
Worrying, is a slow way of dying. |