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• Artiste: Afterlife (The)
• Titre: Insanity
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Maybe It's just me, Or maybe it's my mind Crooked mirrors on the wall, Can't leave my fears behind Bloody tears and frozen roses, Dry and deadly flowers Purple shadows on my wall, Crawl inside for hours I know it's just my sickness These things are not that real But how can I escape them Those nightmares which I feel Madness taking over me, Every single night Hollow eyes keep watching me, Keep me in their sight Where can I run, how can I hide, I'm sick of spitting blood When will it end, how will it stop, My deep and bitter flood I know it's just my sickness These things are not that real But how can I escape them Those nightmares which I feel I have a devil on my desk and it awakes at night it slowly crawls into my bed awakes me with its bite it whispers spells into my ears and naughty ancient stories its been like that for 18 years it takes away my worries I try to kill my demons, But they keep coming back Black and hairy spiders, Crawling on my neck Sickness taking over me, Every single night Mouths keep screaming straight at me, Lick my twisted mind I know it's just my sickness These things are not that real But how can I escape them Those nightmares which I feel