As the years go by I'm feeling that I'm getting deeper into the unknown pleasures of my head All the humans are little puppets so don't talk to me they are lost they are dead like my old dreams. We dream and then we get burned we lick the flames of heaven we drink the water of death.
Get lost and never return you and me alone into the trees where all the fears live and talk to me
I will never wake up, I know that I will dream on forever in your dreams you're not allowed to wake up this is the ultimate punishment due So don't talk to me this is a sin and then you cry this is a sin and then you die you watch your tears while they dry They are killing you love.
I want to get lost alone or with you get into the forest, the forest of tears where all the fears meet, where the pain of God lives.