come down to my fairy tale,
It's not my world,
It's what we call reality,
walk down my path with bare feet,
Cold and made of glass,
lay on my grass of pins and needles,
sharp but painless as the dig into my back,
Here everything has grown numb,
Nothing to feel..........touch my trees,
pouring down with acid,
I can smell the flesh,
Hear them screaming,
What a wonderful sound,
Nothing's the truh here, It's only filled with lies,
Don't cry don't cry, At least your not alone anymore,
The spirts how they haunt you, Is this hell?
This must only be a dream? I'm afried my love it's reality.......This is the world you live in today. |
