Dream Of Hell

The last full moon

Of the year, so bright

Curtains of mine

Could barely hold

The light

So I woke

Saw a big, white drop

Through a thin, dark cloth

In slow motion

And I don't want to live here anymore

Holding

Onto something I don't even want

We are living

In a dream of hell

We are dying

Can't you tell?

The next morning

When the shower

Seemed slow to drain

With my hair in the wind

And my eyes wandering

All the things that have been

Haunting you

Of how

You can't sleep at night

In slow motion

And I don't want to live here anymore

Holding

Onto something I don't even want

We are living

In a dream of hell

We are dying

Can't you tell?

In slow motion

And I don't want to live here anymore

Holding

Onto something I don't even want

We are living

In a dream of hell

We are dying

Can't you tell?