The murderers of my soul
Crawling in the dark
Creeping is so slow
No hiss, no bark
Not a hint of presence
Not a shadow on a wall
Blind crescents
Greeting that nightfall
No hope at all
No one to call
The murders of my soul
The killers of my dreams
My thoughts they stole
My silent screams
Not a hint of anything
Not a shadow on a wall Nightmare's on a swing
Life seems so empty and so small
Not sleeping after all
21 сентября 2012 в 23:09
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