It's dark here
And I'm wandering
Through coloured halls with eyes that follow me
And all these sudden wounds are crippling me
But in front of my eyes a figure begins shifting
Crimson moves, could I possibly be dreaming?
As I feel my body entangled in thorns
And I collapse within a nightmare of fabricated beauty
My eyes decieve me
A child calls out to me
And a colorful world erupts around my memory
What sort of twisted mind could create a world so cruel and fascinating?
In which dazzling monsters bargain for each other's souls
Where blood runs like acrylic paint
And heavy hearts drag behind jealous smiles
My hands are shaking
As I hold them out to you
Escape with me, I promised that I'd rescue you
But outside of this strange dream
Would you even remember me?
I suppose you'll just have to take my hand and see