| There is a place where hindrance is dead | |
| Visions gone wild in a burning red | |
| Dream my friend | |
| Ever in rest | |
| With your head in your hands | |
| And your gaze fixed firmly ahead | |
| We are safe here | |
| A black winged angel watching over you | |
| And you dream | |
| And I pretend | |
| Sleep is all I ask | |
| Rest from all these bitter ends | |
| I've found a place where I won't be missed | |
| Steering clear from those jaded eyes | |
| I've murdered apathetic | |
| Your numb sense becoming my fix | |
| And I dream | |
| Far away from these tortured lands | |
| Cast away | |
| Spewing out the bile | |
| Purge me of the vile | |
| Home | |
| Home | |
| It's there | |
| I want you to see |