(Bayley, Gers, Harris)
All my dark dreams drift like smoke in the breeze
The fear grips me as I fall toward my sleep
Here comes the nightmare that never ends
Here is the dream that makes monsters of men
In the house of my soul, in rooms of ugliness and cold
Memories locked away, all the doubts and fears I never faced
Now they come again, I am falling down to meet with them
Fears within us all, mine awake and they stand up tall
Look for the truth, deepest cut of all from you
Knife of the truth, blade of hatred slicing through
I pray my sleep will break, maybe this time I won't wake
Weakness I hide so well, this dagger in my mind will tell
It's my final stand, I make a fist out of each hand
To shadows of the past, take a breath and I scream attack
Look for the truth, deepest cut of all from you
Look For The Truth
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