Morbid Poetry The Dance
Many restless voices in my thoughts
Crucify my mind and make me scream in numb distress
Yearning for the needle to come in again
Waiting for the pain to die inside my brain
And the dance goes on
A myriad devils stand along
Living without reason - Dying for the shot
And the devil comes to me
With his fatal remedy
Burning in my veins like dead man come alive
Writhing in my pain - the fallen angel laughs
And I feel his hand on me - in neverending agony
No resistance - just a dream that´s hurting me
Stinging fingers like the saviour´s cross to bear
