Wake, gentle sleep
No one’s here
Can’t listen, speak
Creeping fear

See that you don’t disobey the dream’s blurry and vague—images
Feel the scene change from the thoughts as they drift from your head—now insane
Enter a place which knows not what you relish or hate—embrace me 
Darkness [bad word] your [bad word] love, enemy, but not friend—forgiven
No one hears me cast the blame
 [bad word] 
The winter that wakes me from rest
Shadows stray, so I step out from the dark
It’s hard to see
That everything's lifted and gone

memory is all that is left
Shadows sway, still I slip into the dark
And still I know
That everything's twisted and faded
Here I scream again

Stir from your feast [bad word] me
Take as you reap
Hauntingly
Never cry out to the sound and the feeling of dread—worship them
Live just a moment and soon you will see it has fled—fallen hope
No one hears me call out to the lost dream
 [bad word] 
The winter that wakes me from rest
Shadows stray, so I step out from the dark
It’s hard to see
That everything's lifted and gone

memory is all that is left
Shadows sway, still I slip into the dark
And still I know
That everything's twisted and faded
Hear me scream again
 [bad word] 
The winter that wakes me from rest
Shadows stray, so I step out from the dark
It’s hard to see
That everything's lifted and gone

memory is all that is left
Shadows sway, still I slip into the dark
And still I know
That everything's twisted and faded
Here I sleep again