I'll never wake from this wretched state,
This night belongs to fear itself.
Through closed eyes when the lights go out
And all is still I see.
The dark it comes alive,
I'm doomed to suffer the night's realities.
I fear I'll never wake, this night belongs to fear itself.
Desperately seek a friendly face,
Familiar voice,
A return to a sane world.
The faces melt, the voices squeal, tighter around my
Throat fear's fingers curl.
I'll never wake, I can't scream it away.
I'll never wake, I stand but still do I lay.
I'll never wake again,
So to whom do I pray my soul to take?
I'll never wake from this wretched state,
This night belongs to fear itself
