Because time and tide it waits for no man
There's something strange in me
I see the things that should not be
Trapped inside the walls I built
Then the feeling comes alive
End of the line, walking alone
Demons of guilt, battle to win
There's nothing to awaken me
I can feel your gripping hand
But feel as if you're dead and dreaming
Try to break away, but nothing helps me More from Nocturnal Rites