A timber, a figure, a ghoul
Awakened by a darkened sound
A figure sitting in my bed
A lady that lives in my head
A cottage past the wall of dreams
She watches over as I sleep
Groaning as if she exists
Lusting over my soft wrists
Wraith, mold, stench, control
Sacred mother in my mind
I beg you once more, end this night
Make me not believe my eyes
The dream has leaked into my life
I want to feel myself again
I've lived my life in chains
A frecuent dream keeps me awake
A prescence that crawls in my skin
My eyes closed, I feel her grin
A can of worms was opened here
As she rots I smell it reek