Once again i find them playing with my fire Running round in circles within my mind They're acting pretty funny amuses me for a while But then again so suddenly they all begin to cry Pale is the one from the land of the week And the weaker you grow yet the stronger i get Walk inside the forest i feel so weird Trees are singing quiet of mortal peace Then i hear them calling the voice from the past A poem of hope forever lost. It's a never ending story with a voice From the past calling your name In a scream of despair where every Hope is lost driving you insane When you try to sleep and make it disappear It enters your dreams So you're caught in a nightmare Where everything is real The time has come to face your animal Please me tease me don't forsake me Know that soon you'll rip my heart out Please you tease you won't forsake you Quiet and soon the party starts. Little dirty angel and devil hold hands Around the filthy humans and give a trance Caught in purgatory they twist and they twirl In shapes of manic creatures Before they burn
