in the eyes staring at me in a dream,
that are there alone as I would sleep,
do not heed the nightmares that would walk,
alone they stand within the stones,
that the ghosts among the death that will weep,
when the dead are sleeping, they cannot dream,
in the nightmares, they are left alone
in the waning moonlight, they cannot scream.

That I, and I alone, cannot be the one
the one who walks alone in the circle of the stones,
of the one standing in the shadows who cannot dream,
inside the darkness that one cannot even pray,
in the sleepless nights that come forever be,
pray for the death that comes to the eyes of sleep.
to the ones that breath their final breathes,
in the violent minds, their soul will bleed,
that alone when they die, their soul will not weep
only the demons are the ones that hear them scream,,

turning again, their eyes begin to bleed
burning again, their mind is the eternal prey,
death pulls the trigger without giving a fuck,
in hope or a prayer, as a rape without heed
without a fuck, the bastards will bleed
for the whore of satan, the bitch will spawn,
kill all the martyrs, they die on their knees,
to the Gods of the trigger, kill for their need,
for all of their victims, cannot hear their screams
to all that are alive, death may not lie,
and with stranger eons, death may die..

within the eyes that I see, a shadow that became of me,
that as I would sleep, I see the souls of the deceased.
in the dreams, I saw the ghost of a burned alive preist,
luck pulls the trigger on a statement of faith,
in the thoughts that do not give a goddamned fuck
nightmares of the disturbed priest hold a pistol to himself,
pull the trigger, hearing that Satan is laughing
"one cannot hide because I am the eternal suicide."
looking into thy keeper of the spheres,
sleeping of nightmares tomernt of the years,
pulled the trigger of pistol to kiss the god of fuck,,,
look inside do they see the reflection that they become

in the eyes staring at me in a suicide dream,
can one hear the shadows inside as they begin to scream.
I am the one who they cannot speak, keeper of of the years,
the darker eyes that are alone, eons standing still
the black shape, a bird looking back at me, laughing forevermore
that I and I alone can see the name of the nameless bitch
in the su icide dream, nothing left to see what they become
Only God in heaven cannot forgive the deed,
forged in the eyes of a fucking witch, the raven's laughter
may all that live are in the eternal lie, scared to sleep
walking away from a drive by shooting, awake in a pool of blood
pistol raped, to all the stranger eons that death may die.
The words of the raven speak, in the eyes of the eternal witch
"Fuck you and I will laugh as your soul may rot."

Awake in the hours, the spirit of Sam may arise.
to the seasons of inside the Abyss, the raven's whore is cold,
that I, and I alone am the one that cannot rest in a suicide's dream
hearing the eternal dead in fires of hell as they forever may scream
that in hell they will rest -- pistol fucked by the spirits of serial killers past.
in the eyes that belong to the necrophile, the Raven speaks,
"I will observe in the shadows, and 5 five blocks from the subway;
quote these words that I will speak -- nevermore in the suicide's dream"