Dreams turn to nightmares,
Or fade when you awake...

Diving below the waves of sadness,
That comes crashing toward me...

I should never of left you out in the rain,
I should have held you till the sun came...

My God,
My God...

My God,
My God...

Every time I die,
I don’t really cry...

The fires of sorrow burn high and strong,
Taking away all with an evil song...

For I am the fire,
That burns in your heart...

Hands spread out like wings,
Ready to fly! Fly so high...

Red floods your vision,
She sings alone...

Dreams of bleeding skies,
Screams of dying lies...

She longs for her lost innocence,
Her long lost purity...