Late night, in the As your body to sweat and seize comes a fright, a secret freeze
There comes an evil an ancient tree bright with numbered leaves You're of the things behind you
everytime, you feel you're getting by It's anytime that the will run dry everytime, you think you're going to die Your mind's in
Someway on a sea You kept of a way to keep track of me Somewhere the thick debris I back in the book of the black dreams
In sight, the future And now your mind begins a desperate The tight, you look and see You've been blinded by the things that you
It's everytime, you you're getting by It's anytime the oceans will run dry everytime, you think you're going to die Your mind's in
Someway on a sea You kept of a way to keep track of me through the thick debris I back in the book of the black dreams
Book of black dreams, book of dreams Book of black dreams, book of black
Nest of the bad Gonna eat what new minds Book of dreams
Things are not what they 'Cause every nightmare of the passionate Is back in your eternity
It's everytime, you you're getting by anytime that the oceans will run dry It's everytime, you think you're to die Your in misery
on a distant sea You kept track of a way to track of me Somewhere through the thick I back in the book of the black dreams
Book of dreams, book of black dreams of black dreams, book of black dreams Book of black dreams, of black dreams