Oh, holy dread, where are you now? I scream. Oh... where are you now? The Horror!
You are the only one who can save me from this world that I don't know how much longer I can hold on, when there is nothing left. I will scream at the top of my lungs, I am ready to go home. I can't take another breath without wanting to leave.
Where are your answers now? Can't you see when I'm sliding down to the coldness of hell? Twisted inside out with lies. This is the weight I feel. While you are dreaming I am dying. The sun will fail. While you laugh, I die. This is the way. While you are dreaming I am here dying. This is the way. Broken sorrow.
Every minute that I stand here I grow weaker. I am a victim of my own morality. How much more can I take of this oblivion?
There is no escape from this. It's everywhere I am.
And everywhere I go, I find it buried deep inside.
There is no escape from this holy dread I have. There is just a whisper. There is no escape from this holy dread.
