Crawling through broken glass
But i feel no pain, no pain at all
Fed through the grief machine
Just lifelessness within my soul
My trembling hands on
cold tile floor
I had a vision
The night before
That i am bleeding
My inside out
In need for shelter
I'd die without
According to my heartbeat

I'm already dead
I'm falling down a black hole
My sleep won't bring relief
Wake up in fear
Scared of the dark
Cold hand touches my heart
But i feel no cold, no cold at all
Craving for inner peace
Colliding with an evil force
These revelations
Shown in my dreams
I cannot read them
I just hear screams
And still i'm bleeding
My inside out
In need for shelter
I'd die without
From the depths of [bad word] my fate will rise
Profound and inferior, an opponent to warming lights
My nightmares start to [bad word] reality