The following takes place between what has past and yet to come
It is about a girl from a dead mans poem
She had a troubled mind she barely dared to fall asleep
She kept up all night long smashing windows down the street
Her parents understood that there was nothing else to do
But to give her treatment to help her through
She heard their plans about to make her life into Hell
Her brain snapped and insanity struck as a bell
They were screaming. Were they dreaming?
They will forever sleep. She stabbed them in their dreams
They were screaming. Were they dreaming?
Her search for pleasure goes on and on and on
She was arrested and convicted of murder there were no doubts
She stabbed them 50 times then she cut their throats
The walls were signed and in blood letters there stood:
I’m coming for you. I’m longing for my lovers’ blood
The lunatic Asylum became her home for years to come
Where she met the doctor who was the one
She intoxicated his mind and soon he fell in love
With a wicked girl he thought was his little dove
He was screaming. Was he dreaming?
He will forever sleep. She stabbed him in his dream
He was screaming. Was he dreaming?
Her search for pleasure goes on and on and on
“5 days ago I met a girl with mysterious eyes
I looked at her and I was bonded for life
She told me everything; some kills were caught on tape
I’m scared to death, yet still. I cannot escape
She’s controlling me. She’s killing me. I will be her next victim
This is a cry for help. I don’t dare to tell. She is always listening
I can’t hold on. I’m not that strong
This time I’m the one!”
I am screaming. Am I dreaming?
I will forever sleep. She’ll stab me in my dream
I am screaming. Am I dreaming?
Her search for pleasure goes on and on and on
I am the one who wrote the letters of the dead mans poem
I am screaming. I’m not dreaming!
Can’t stand this hell I feel. Want to wake up to be alive