It’s hot in St. Bernard’s street And the sky is threatening to rain The humidity is so heavy that is getting hard to breathe. On a rural highway Stretching past an old plantation reputed To be haunted, strange things are afoot. Sounds juts like a scene straight from a movie. But it’s just a metaphor of what your life is… Your life is nothing more than it is right now Everything is the same, nothing seems to change. Like a movie every death scene is elaborate and gory, Nothing more than a sense of dread nothing more than a fake dream.
A fake dream you just woke up, a fake dream you just found out…
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And now the sounds gets harder, As music from the motion picture Is haunting you… And now the sounds gets harder, As music from the motion picture Is haunting you…