nicelytoasted
05-08-2005, 08:26 PM
its in the night he speaks to me,
its in the night he cries
its in the night he calls to you
and whispers his last goodbyes
but he wakes up every morning
his face still stained with tears
his dreams of death escape him
as hes greeted by his fears
another day to live,
just as the day before
waiting for his chance
to pass through the hidden door
and be greeted the other side
by another world with pain
no escape but for death
to out run the pounding rain
You all pretend you care
and think your pain is worse
but living in a blackened world
is his pain, his life, his curse
the lights on stage go out
and everything is dark
this time he falls alseep
on his world, his blood's the only mark
its in the night he cries
its in the night he calls to you
and whispers his last goodbyes
but he wakes up every morning
his face still stained with tears
his dreams of death escape him
as hes greeted by his fears
another day to live,
just as the day before
waiting for his chance
to pass through the hidden door
and be greeted the other side
by another world with pain
no escape but for death
to out run the pounding rain
You all pretend you care
and think your pain is worse
but living in a blackened world
is his pain, his life, his curse
the lights on stage go out
and everything is dark
this time he falls alseep
on his world, his blood's the only mark