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All I see is black
Nothing but darkness
It consumes me

A con man with a forked tongue and charming smile
Walking a desert mile
A briefcase in hand, a stack of forms
A coming storm
A desperate man with a soul to sell
Oh, eternal Hell

“Dear sir, I can make your problems go away,”
Lies drip from what he say
But like any fool, I am all ear
Truth is what I hear
A surge of power is what I feel
Drop of blood, done deal

Power, untold - Pain, unfold
Vengeance, the damned - Death, by my hand
I see the human flesh split across the skull
Red eyes, never dull
A shroud of darkness drapes his wicked form
His face, a blackened storm
By his command, I am forced to kneel
By his word, I must kill

Power, untold - Pain, unfold
Vengeance, the damned - Death, by my hand

All I see is black
Nothing but darkness
It consumes me
As it will consume you.

All my dreams are nightmares of crashing planes
Long lost lovers with others and dirge like strains
Locked in the reality of nothing, I'm forced to watch
My wretched silent screams I cannot seem to quash
Yearning for amnesia, but there's always one last thought
Devilline crystal eyes and I'm by this dreamcatcher caught
Ravenously it feeds the deepest, darkest, hour of pain

Each taunting tale of terror shown burns like acid rain
All my dreams are nightmares and love's a myth
My only genuine faith is in the ghosts I'm with
Sometimes they may appear using my personal traits
Almost reassuring, but I know it's the guise of wraiths
Ringing like a death knell, but it's the alarm that's calling
Easing the dread for a while, come the dawn of mourning
Needing the reality of nothing, for all my dreams are dead

I try to quell my racing heart and find my sanity's thread
Gone, for now, those memories, for daylight's my antisera
Hostilities will resume though, come the next chimera
They'll re-emerge in the night and show me horror and loss
Macabrely leading me, like an effigy, to a burning cross
All my dreams are nightmares, they're from a cliff to fall
Reaching for a silent lover, who's back in another's thrall
Each haunting hour of horror is like those crashing planes
Stalling before falling, then hideous plumes from flames