"The fragile wings of our existence let me fall down once again Further into the house of horror that's where he wants his lady to be The demon reaches out his hand for me My breath relents, time seems to stand still" The visions cut like a knife-torturing is timeless Post-traumatic-lost-grey's instruments are working The sorrow engine now will weave her dreams "When I sleep, where I weep, what a deep" Through our ignoration little tyrants rise Covering our lands with guiltiness Behind city's innocent walls somewhere the demons hide See doors close-in the trap, snap,snap Can there be salvation when we remain silent The demon reaches out his hand for her Breath relents, time seems to stand still