This kind of damnation

Slowly starting to crawl everyone's mind

Insane we're for fear of our dead

Fearing the time that's passin by

We're lost, we feel our helplessness

Only think of lies

Our whole art starts to crie

We're all damned to die!



It's not fear

It's not our mind

We're some sort of

Dream bleeding your eyes

We lay all upon this try

A dream we need, the dream we deny



Your pulse is slowing down

Your heart starts slowly to mourn

Suffering diseased

Your own fears will increase

In the floods of a river

Begging for a chance

For only one chance

Panic Phobia of an end

And if someone will be

Then be holdin your hand



It's not fear

It's not our mind

We're some sort of

Dream bleeding your eyes

We lay all upon this try

A dream we need, the dream we deny



It's not fear

It's not our mind

We're some sort of

Dream bleeding your eyes

We lay all upon this try

A dream we need, the dream we deny



It's not fear

It's not our mind

We're some sort of

Bleeding your eyes

We're bleeding your eyes

We're bleeding your eyes