When I think about it yesterday Can't see death the way it used to be When I think about it today Someone was victim of a crime in Room 209 Playing
I walked the line between commitment & disobeyance I drank the poison that made eyes turn grey Born a wild child with no mercy for consequence I fell
Her severed head looked at me and she said Don't leave me here, take me with you She kept on talking and wondering, yea Askin' me what I was going to
It's just a dream coming over and over again The truth is twisted by a restless sleep Watching in slow motion entering the headless boogeyman As the
