Look For The [bad word] (Bayley, Gers, Harris)

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 

Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! 

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
Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! 

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
Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Yeah! 
Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! 
Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! 
Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!