Dead Dreams

Kill the lights

I'm so sick of your face

Another night wasted wishing you away

Now I'm cut, I'm cut at the wrist

But I still can't kill the pain

I'd give anything to rip you from my head

From my head

The return of your voice marks another failure

And I can feel your blades closing on my back

I'll savour this one last taste, this taste of sanity

As it clutches, tearing at my heart

This is my final act of desperation

One second lost gives way to disease

I'd give anything to rip you from my head

Cause I can feel you

Creeping through me

Like a sickness

Your weakness

Scars your fucking face

Scars your name

The return of your voice

Marks another failure

And I can feel your blades

Closing on my back

As light fades to past

Darkness wells against me

But my shattered eyelids

Refuse to close

Your breathe is death to me