A Man With a Box
Whom I used to be, I'm no more life and lust
I'm only rich on time to spend venting my own spleen
I'm sick as hell, I am in desperate need of heeling
Need to feel salvation, or I might as well embrace death
I could never stand a world of sin and fornication
The world is full of whores, all this filth and heresy
I am a tool of the Lord, I have eternal life
The will of God was executed through my deeds
The voice of God I heard, all filth and unclean I
Disintegrated to prepare Gods paradise in this world
If Dreams Were Real
So when down on your knees isn't good enough anymore,
Please tell me you're secret, I'm dying to know what I have to do.
All I had ruined was
Everything...
It was looking at you every second of every night.
I was finding excuses to hold you so very tight.
It was a dream when we were there,
But why must dreams become nightmares?
So now every minute that passes I think of her.
Regret is a torture that's killing the focus of being in cured.
All I had wanted was,
All I had ruined was,
All I had needed was
Everything...
It was looking of you every second of every night.
I was finding excuse to hold so very tight.
It was a dream when we were there,
But why must dreams become nightmares?
So take every moment you're out on your own
And sleep naked in bed, pretend you're not cold,
And you're sticking your sheets all alone in your home.
This makes you believe that you've lost all your hopes and dreams.
Why must dreams become nightmares?
It was a dream...