The ghost of i

Crawling down my spine, and burning out my eyes
What is this fire coated aura that’s turning my blood to ice!?!

Something grows deep inside, something that must die
It’s such a perfectly symmetrical design, apart of what is alive

He breathes and feeds upon my will and dreams
My own true possession is becoming my own fierce obsession!

Most of the time he hides behind shadows, waiting!
And he knows me so well yeah, so fucking well!
He knows which way is the best to drag me down to hell
He knows which way is the best to put me down
Put me deep down in hell!

The blackened clouds are covering our land
As I start to look at the mirror
All I can see is nothing but a shade
Of what it used to be
Of what it used to

Something grows deep inside
Something that must die! The ghost of I!

Most of the time he hides behind shadows, waiting
A tricky predator that always strikes to kill
So symmetrical in design!
He is the face of death!

Will I always be flying from dream to nightmare, on and on forever?

Forever flying from dreams to nightmares, am I lost in between?
With demons hidden in the shadows, always watching me!
The only way’s to Separate from reality
It’s to join space and time
Be part of the symmetrical design
And stand with the stars
Till the end of time
Till the end of time