All my dark dreams drift
Like smoke in the breeze
The fear grips me as I fall towards my sleep [bad word] the nightmare that never ends
Here is the dream that makes monsters of men

In the house of my soul
In rooms of ugliness and cold
Memories locked away
All the doubts and fears I never faced

Now [bad word] again
I am falling down to meet with them
Fears within us all
Mine awake and they stand up tall

Look for the [bad word] Deepest cut of all from you
Knife of the [bad word] Blade of harted slicing through

I pray my sleep will break
Maybe this time I won't wake
Weakness I hide so well
This dagger in my mind will tell

It's my final stand
I make a fist out of each hand
To shadows of the past
Take a breath and I scream attack

Look for the [bad word] Deepest cut of all from you
Knife of the [bad word] Blade of hatred slicing through
Here is the [bad word] Deepest cut of all from you
knife of the [bad word] Blade of hatred slicing through