Dark bent streets, rain comes down I see it my mind but why? I've been there before but not as me Voices in my head was I alive or dead? The faces came and went, what was my name? Memory of a world was this my past?
The thing which comes to me in dreams each night My mind it wants to take but I won't go It pulls me back now against my will Into another world, into another life
Dread and disbelief which eats my soul Weaker now I get with every night I still possess a final desperate hope That this is just another nightmare dream