In 1981 when I was but a child I had the strangest dream Something that still is haunting me Dreaming A ray escaped my window blinds, a carrier of the morning light I opened my eyes My clock was keeping time It was another normal day I thought I was awake Dreaming
The undead keep dreaming
My face! When I looked at the mirror I felt somesthing was wrong A strange thought in my head: Am I really awake?
The undead keep dreaming
I found myself again in bed confused by what occured And everything as usual just seemed to be in place But when I questioned what I felt, in front the mirror black The comfort of the morning light was stolen from my heart
In agony I tried to leave this dream and just awake But on and on I found myself returning in my bed I lost the count of times I tried and failed to reach the day And even now I am not sure if I am here awake
