I'd like to break free from here. It's gotten clear. The reasons have smeared. I'd like to break free from here. The land of the lonely. The reasons are phony.
Song: "In Dreams". Written by: Richard Patrick. . Come take me. To the place of your bereavement. Let me see. The scars of your allegiance. Well it's good to see.
Haunted. by your voices. feel dead. and unconscious. . pain and hate become our process. it spreads as he watches. hatred is contagious. hatred is contagious.