Staring at the ceiling fan the wind keeps drowning my head
Standing in the corner of the room, my demon smiles at me
With his big purple glowy eyes, I can't feel my legs or move
This was not as scary as the last times

I know there's a dream twisting in the back of my mind

I remember those early mornings
When I slept at the bus going to school
I could see myself from a third person point of view
And watch my whole body rest paralyzed

I never knew which part of this was real
Where my dream begins and reality falls apart

But I can remember the sweat on my eyes
Horrified that I could die like this
I guess those thing start to lose the impact over the time

I'm staring at the ceiling again, the wind used to drown my head
Standing in the corner of the room, I see my shadows from years below
With her dreamy hopeless eyes, she could still feel something
I forgot how the textures of my skin felt (So soft)

Olhando pro sol de olhos fechados
Eu vejo o meu rosto sangrar
Eu sinto o calor distorcendo as ondas que passam no ar
Olhando pro sol de olhos fechados
Eu vejo o calor distorcendo o ar que meu rosto sangra