The Dream
The rain is like acid
The water and pain
Drops down in vain
Your skin starts to melt
The blood from your veins
Pours out in every witch way
You think for a moment
You raise your head
And yet once again
You are just in your bed
The water and pain
Drops down in vain
Your skin starts to melt
The blood from your veins
Pours out in every witch way
You think for a moment
You raise your head
And yet once again
You are just in your bed
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