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