I'm entering my own Dark Ages
relapsing towards emptiness.
My only friend is feeding off me;
the weakness is starting to consume my boy
My brain is speeding faster than my mouth can move,
I'll sit still and silently observe the room,
All I can think about is things I should not do.
I have a dream and that dream is Perfection;
I have a dream that lives so far away.
I'd hold your hand but you do not want me;
I'll be the one that you want someday.
My brain is speeding faster than my mouth can move,
I'll sit still and silently observe the room,
All I can think about is things I should not do.
