Madness. The moon stains the dusk.
locked within the womb of insanity, suffocated by [bad word] red walls.
I am trapped in dimension of agony. Detached from reality, lost in delusion.
Echoes of dying screams filling my mind.
No way out. No way out.
Distant visions of sorrow tearing my throat with silent shrieks.
My dreams were murdered before my eyes.
Violated joy, abused hope.
And I am forced to observe my own painful decay.
Wake up, wake up.
Another gateway, another exit.
It's all just a dream. It's just a nightmare.
I am safe.
It's leading to the same prison, 
My asylum. I am trapped... I am trapped.
The needles of cold pierce my flesh.
My lungs can't feel the freezing night air.
I can't wake up... trembling in asphyxia, burning.
Save me... save me.
Terror leaves me numb, I'm buried in my own body.
Trapped within nightmares, my mind is killing me.
Wake me up, release me from this torment.
And I want this moon to die.
And I want this moon to die.
And to drown me in its silver light.
And my silence will be put to rest.
The razor shines in the moonlight.
The blood looks black in darkness.
I am so grateful for this pain.
It is reminding me I'm still alive.