1. ROTTING DREAMS

I have these dreams night after night, they seek me home
And hold me tight like the rope around my neck
Night after night I walk across cemeteries with the desire
To belong to the dead

Night after night I walk through ruins and I see in myself
A sick soul
Night after night I have these rotting dreams force me to end
My suffering to an end so I finally come To rest

I feel loneliness and pain that draws me into
A deep black hole and let me be tempted

I only feel hate mourning and dreaming the dead
In my rotting dreams I hear dark angry voices
Whispering to us we
Bring you to us

And they are right I just want to be away from out of this
Away
Now I am back here on a bridge at the edge of the forest
With nothing but a rope