Tell me all your sins I will be in your soft dream I will try all your delights Then caress your sleeping face
What do you feel when i am inside? In your room, resting in your chair. Watching you moving at the silent sound of your heart. Talking to your cat, and ignoring your presence.
In your room the pictures of sadness Hang on the walls, hiding the holes There is nothing to do at your home But to sit and to stare at your misery Careless for the lives of the people Sick mindless bastards, young and too old In their homes, in their beds Filth and ashes from the broken hopes All are washed away by the tide to the sea Crushing demons from the deep, burning pit Stand at your doors, crawl in your bed They beg you to tell them a short fairy tale Before the endless, torturing sleep They are like you. i feast upon you. You take my life. i let you.