The faces turn to nightmares
Their looks are killing me
Their eyes are making painful wounds
As they keep watching me
Their voices brake into my ears
Mix up and twist my brain
Beautiful music turns to fear
And soft wounds into pain
I want to taste them, but I can't
My soul receives no flavour
It just gets burned and I get hurt
I get the taste of failure
I try to smell what doesn't smell
Dried flowers no aroma
Aroma that my life once had
But lost long time ago now
I reach to touch them, but instead
My hands extend to nowhere
Cause they're just ghost in my head
Somebody get them out of there
In this dream, you have no luck
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!