“The fragile wings of our existence let me fall down once again
Further into the house of horror that’s where he wants his lady to be
The demon reaches out his hand for me
My breath relents, time seems to stand still”

The visions cut like a knife-torturing is timeless
Post-traumatic-lost-grey’s instruments are working

The sorrow engine now will weave her dreams
“When I sleep, where I weep, what a deep”
Through our ignoration little tyrants rise
Covering our lands with guiltiness

Behind city’s innocent walls somewhere the demons hide
See doors close-in the trap, snap,snap
Can there be salvation when we remain silent
The demon reaches out his hand for her
Breath relents, time seems to stand still