The Waking Nightmare

All that I know, all I remember, Rip by the knife I am torn from my sleeve. There were no dreams, no tortured memories, Only a silency, eternal, emblestly deed. As I alive, I'm wearing a tree, am I insane?

What is this animal knowing inside of my brain? What do they fear? Why am I hunted? Who is the stranger inside of my skin? Poked and scarred, chart like you'd ever Am I condemned though I cannot remember my sin?

What have I done to deserve such a sentence in hell? Born as a demon to ghoul from a nightmare It one who still suffers and scars like a human as well Now here I stand in half of a man wondering why I draw breath I'm here in the waking nightmare And every moment tastes of death

You're a beast to be faced I'll stand alone in my breath Yes, yes, yes And the mother steams of the terror