Claustrophobia

Tender shall I sleep
While my dream is still pure
And mine, only mine

Wandering through a mist of
Frozen trees, cast in ebony
I pine away into the abyss of my existence

Darkness! Embrace me!
No need to resist
We are slaves from the cradle to the grave

Tender shall I sleep
While my dream is still pure
And mine, only mine

Flying on angelic wings
I try to find true happiness
While clinging on
My savage thoughts

I have saved myself
Crashing
Falling down
Into the pool of vivid imagination

Tender shall I sleep
While my dream is still pure
And mine, only mine