Fictional
Nightmare
Run down an empty corridor
where all the doors are locked
It streches so far out
ther is no end in sight
your time is flying away
and you're still on the run
no idea where to look
and no idea for what
the walls are getting closer now
run faster, run if can
somewhwre, down here
is what you're looking for
bur beware of all the traps
you find on your way
some are made by yourself
some are made by others
CHORUS:
Run down empty corridors
in this cruel nightmare
you are still searching for your core
and it is getting bare
From Letras Mania