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Sometimes it comes to me in shape of dreams The sights things to come The corridors of blood All these wierd things in my dreams Fear of my mind is growing within me It comes more often now it never stops Visions of killing, pain and cries I cannot hide In my dreams the dead come to life I can't tell what's real anymore My soul is screaming for help I can still hear them calling me... When I sleep...they come to my dreams This one man...he laughs at me He's here to remind me to haunt me Again I see them and it's no fantasy They always come to me when I'm sleep With sights of what I've done From corridors of blood they're calling me I feel insanity growing inside of me... The one that I've dreamt of... Spread across the floors Headless, gutted, molested Surely dead, but yet they scream...no! It comes more often now It'll never stop The memories of what I've done I want to die Still I see...this man in man dreams Can't rid him...cause he is me From Letras Mania