Arms towering into fear
 Feels like I am going in my sleep
 The dead are breeding under my pillow
 Is there a place for you in me? 

 Best forgotten 

 Gates closing when you draw near
 At the very heart of melancholia
 Those were his last words
 Is there still something to die for? 

 Inside my heart a wasteland
 That only you can fill with life
 For ther are strangers in our way
 Pulling us under, dreaming us under tonight 

 As certain as the grave
 If I lie to you again 

 Imposed in the darkness
 Every word is [bad word]  and best forgotten 

 Words surrender into a seal
 My life is a curse I keep to myself
 The dead are breaking under my pillow
 Memories of when you were there 

 Best forgotten 

 Lips drying when you are near
 At the very pit of melancholia
 Those were her last souls
 Is there still something to dream of? 

 Inside my heart a wasteland still
 That only you could make me feel
 For there are snakes in our way
 Feeling us under, nesting us under tonight 

 As certain as the grave if I lie to you again 

 Imposed in the darkness
 Every word is [bad word]  and best forgotten