Inspired by Akira Yamaoka and Silent Hill




I wonder why all the shit have to fall on me
I cried my tears long before yesterday
I wiped them away with madness, rage and lust
All my thoughs, all my dreams, all my memories
Worst part of the day is allways morning

You lied bleeding on the bathroom floor
Cold stonefloor started to turn red
Darkening with every drop
Is there someone to help you ?
Is there a God to care about you ?
Can you forgive and forget ?

Are you wondering what happens outside ?
Circus is silent for a moment

Can't take it
Head is spinning
Faster and faster
Deeper and deeper it burns

Fur white as snow
It won't leave, it won't hide

Hold on, were getting there
And the plane crashes middle of nowhere

Dreams tangled to the misty web of lies
Are you ready to open the knot ?
Can you ?

Hallway is empty
You can hear the cries of the childrens
No way to escape, no place to hide

Box of bullets are waiting you in the examination room 1
Run to take it but beware of angry nurses
Women's locker room contains a suprise
First phone rings and someone says happy birthday to you
Then ugly monster appears and lights turn out

Don't be scared my dear, its all just a dream
Horrible nightmare

There are two ways to end it
To give pain or receive it

Which path do you take ?

Deeper you go darker it gets

Angels and demons all teamed up just to scare you

In the very end you have to destroy cult and its God

Soft like snow, wolves of the eternal winter
Howling to the moon
Chilling your blood with their voice

Furs of war

Meantime the barbarians are chopping heads of giants
When their axes swung
Warcries heard

Victory sounds
Men of bravery and great courage

Town streets are misty
Sky cries, its wet and cold

If you have to travel through themepark
Please be aware of haunted house

Clowns wielding torches and can of motor oil
They want to burn you
When black smoke comes from you, you start to wonder who hide the sun

There are bodies lying in morgue
They have been numbered one to ten

One heartbeat
Quicker than second

And its all magically gone

There are no winners in hell
If that is what do you call it

Now go cry yourself to sleep
But pray that you never woke up in Brookhaven


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