Life had started to get better, I was free from Satan's fetter,
Free from vicious acts of violence but still haunted by a dream.
Haunting demons, sins and terror,
waiting eagerly with fervour,
For my death they did endeavour. I was free but not redeemed.
I was free but yet I wasn't for my soul was still unclean.
Yes, I'm haunted by a dream.

     Days, weeks, months, and years flew by me.
Alas, time would not revive me.
Every day I shake and tremble from this vision I had seen.
To soothe the nerves, self-medicate.
To soothe the heart, self-meditate.
But to save the soul, just gravitate away from worldly schemes.
Run away and fight and claw and swim, escape the river's stream,
To escape this ghastly dream.

     Grains of sand are falling quickly. Makes my mind and stomach sickly
When I think about the tortured one, the tortured, chained up fiend.
I thank The Lord I am not he,
I thank The Lord that I am free.
But everyday I hear and see the horrid haunting scene
Fraught with horrid shrieks and screams.

     All of time is running quicker, quickly quicker goes the ticker.
Phlegm is thick and sight now flickers.
Oh please help me. Stop the screams.