I close my eyes to visit the real me But I can’t remember who I used to be A war is going on inside my head Fast growing madness, I wish I was dead I wish I was dead Children of the darkness spreads their seed When time is right they harvest all they need They feed on what was once the time ahead Then claim the souls of the nearly dead Of the nearly dead Of the nearly dead Like a thief at night time took my life from me Scared of things no one but I can see Too old to run, but yet too young to die Too weak to cry, afraid to say goodbye