1 I don't turn on the lights; late at night, so i can reunite; with the devils.
I don't turn on the lights; late at night, so i can reunite; with the devils.
I barely blink; not to lose sight, to catch them quick as they run off.
I want them to grab; and hold me tight, take me back to where they settle.
There is a dream; That i always have, about a man and his mother.
They're on a boat; sailing the sees, it has a name, "To Speak Is Regretful."
The sky was clear, and the sun was out. not a sign, of fear or terror.
but when things are calm, So to speak, that's the sign.. of a lurking horror.
I can hear a pulse, inside my ear, Is it my own ? or my chained desires'?
I was born blind, blind of feels, I restrain my soul.. like holding a cover.
Amidst these thoughts, i hear a scream, there is someone else, on that boat!