| Midnight tolls on the clock downstairs
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| A reminding voice inside my head that does not care
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| His rapture keeps me waiting for a life behind the attic door
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| Footsteps on the stairs… no one there…
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| I watch my shadow fade to gray
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| From the warmth of daylights charm
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| I cower, turn and run away
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| From a light so bright and warm
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| With my fading health
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| I start to cry and cut myself
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| To watch the blood look silver
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| In the blessing of the moon…
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| I sit here in my rocking chair
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| They’ve come again to tie me down and wash my hair
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| Faceless figures on the wall
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| Haunt me 'til the morning dawn
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| Behind the Attic door
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| Why can’t they let me go?
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| Here where devil’s roam
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| Twisted and bleeding all alone
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| In this hell beyond the light
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| On the other side of Midnight…
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| The other side of Midnight!
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| I bang my head against the wall
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| To kill the demons in my soul
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| I blind myself so I can’t see
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| Evil things inside of me…
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| You’re not me?
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| Who’s there?
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| Am I evil? |