Don't move.
There is something mean...
Something lost on me.
He will soon
take my deepest dream...
You will hear it scream.
It will be too late for me
and surely should be for you
because his wick flesh
has released all that we fear.
Take my nightmare,
all that remains
from my sleep.
Take my last breath,
all that remains
from his sin.
And feeding the last blame,
the last stare
your step will take.
There is something mean...
Something lost on me.
He will soon
take my deepest dream...
You will hear it scream.
It will be too late for me
and surely should be for you
because his wick flesh
has released all that we fear.
Take my nightmare,
all that remains
from my sleep.
Take my last breath,
all that remains
from his sin.
And feeding the last blame,
the last stare
your step will take.