There's a light in the she'd that should help you find your way
And through this door you deserve a beating through the Machine
And little did you once know in the race for the telephone
In the dark they have watched us from here beyond the grave
To bare the marks of His work are the Watchmen of our ways
That which we feel untrue, if it's me than it isn't you
Lay-down, relax, come on, how?
What you thought once was yours is ours now

Stay with me to guide this dream
Before they bury me
I'll be waiting up all night for you
In a nightmare that was made for me

Stay with me to guide this dream
Before they bury me
I'll be waiting up all night for you
In a nightmare that was made for me

In the call of her screams should we leave and let them be?
Is her life worth as much as we once wished to believe?
So is it or isn't so?
Am I dead now here in the snow?
In the foul of their play will then justice be engraved?
To bare the walk on the way to the killer and his blade

So is it or isn't so?
Am I dead now here in the snow?
Lay-down, relax, come on, how?
What you thought once was yours is ours now

Stay with me to guide this dream
Before they bury me
I'll be waiting up all night for you
In a nightmare that was made for me

Stay with me to guide this dream
Before they bury me
I'll be waiting up all night for you
In a nightmare that was made for me