Endless haunting nightsΒ upon us Clock ticking so slowly, not even we can see the movement Our bodies dripping with thick, green **** It's as clear as glass, we are far from improvement White walls as white as snow ****** clothes, a crash in the hall It is clear, I took the hardest blow Out of reality, I fall And into a timeless sleep, I go.
Waking up is a different story Pain in my chest, throbbing head I felt as if I were dead Perfect people haunting my glory Bright lights, strange sounds Yellow tiles on the ground Strange bodies hovering over me I guess that wasnβt the end of my story.