The head is falling,
can't be controlled;
the dream is coming
the trap has sprung.
And filled with nightmares
it's going to be;
running through ashes;
drowning at sea.
Hideous dark faces
when you look back;
you're lost in mazes.
You're out of luck.
The ears are pierced
by a thousand screams;
the air is so thick,
you cannot breathe.
Forever and ever
it will go on;
you feel you're dying...
and the day won't come.
Finished on 08- 31-1997
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