Where is that vivid look? We came, we saw what all these visions took! They cry in fear hoping for mercy and how you scream, you beg for silence.
Whatever happens please foresee, Whatever happens please foresee,
Confront me with this sort of madness, unkind indeed to be this helpless. I know, I want my little world back, this place of light where life is intact.
My rage, my hate have a rendez-vous with fate. My fear stays here, you needles come to late. More from Diary of Dreams