| Woke up on a weekend dream | |
| scared from pictures I have seen | |
| Afraid of things that Hide away | |
| Deep in my soul, I start to break | |
| My dreams end of future | |
| I will be real, or just illision | |
| in dreams like good hurt cause my hate hurt | |
| I realize it's my own nature | |
| My soul be there to fly | |
| To go in bloodrage far away | |
| my forces call you my eyes is blind | |
| you'd be done to evil try to pray | |
| my windows open I may broked in | |
| A sin to free me from my sin | |
| all of my dream have been a pain | |
| from the darkest pain | |
| all of this wicked dream is scared from the church I have seen | |
| Afraid of things that hide away deep in my soul | |
| I start to pray | |
| my soul be there to fly | |
| to call the bloodrage far away | |
| my forces call you my eyes is blind | |
| you,d be done to evil, try to pray | |
| my soul be there to fly | |
| to call the bloodrage far away | |
| my forces call you my eyes is blind | |
| you,d be done to evil, try to pray |