Текст песни Beneath the Sand - MIRRORS

Clouds of chaos will surround me
Storms in my head
Every breath I take
Lures me to my inevitable death

Clouds of chaos will surround me
Storms in my head
Every breath I take
Lures me to my inevitable death

Slowly drift off to nowhere
Won't you close your eyes
And realize that you are the nightmare?
Am I captivated by thoughts of mystery?
But always doomed to repeat history

Choose your next words wisely
They pick at our troubled minds
The pathway to sleep becomes harder to find
Are we beneath the sand?
Can you speak softly now?
The pathway to sleep, it becomes harder to find

(Go!)

Line them up, you know I can't resist
Like the patterns in the ceiling that don't exist
First light saves me from being possessed
But my hearts still beating right out of my chest

Are we beneath the sand?
Can you speak softly now?
The pathway to sleep

Choose your next words wisely
They pick at our troubled minds
The pathway to sleep, it becomes harder to find
Are we beneath the sand?
Can you speak softly now?
The pathway to sleep, it becomes harder to find

The pathway to sleep becomes harder to find
The pathway to sleep, it becomes harder to find