Nightmare

Fictional

Composición de: Fictional/Gerrit Thomas
Nightmare


Run down an empty corridor 
where all the doors are locked 
It streches so far out 
ther is no end in sight 

your time is flying away 
and you're still on the run 
no idea where to look 
and no idea for what 

the walls are getting closer now 
run faster, run if can 
somewhwre, down here 
is what you're looking for 

bur beware of all the traps 
you find on your way 
some are made by yourself 
some are made by others 

Run down empty corridors 
in this cruel nightmare 
you are still searching for your core 
and it is getting bare
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