My own land has closed ots gates on me

All alone in world, it's scaring me

I am here to prove you wrong

I'm accused of something I live for

In my dreamland,

Nocturnal poetry,

Dressed in the white and silver, you smile at me

Every night I wait for my sweet

Number nine out of eleven little littermates

Rotten apples, all the way...

Littermates, all with different fates...

Taught them almost all I knew

and now, the best,

My painted face, I'm a clown,

and I'm laughing while my dream turns into a nightmare,

fade away, I'm asleep,

not too deep..

I could see my life, short film passing my eyes

I tried to look away from her, as always I just tried

Sweetness in her eyes,

Another misspelled rhyme

written in the book of time

In one page I've spent all my life

Ink ain't even dry. I've been living in a lie?

How could I trust in someone

Oh, why are we so sad?

Are we feeling hurt by their evil lies,

and all those empty words?

We are thirsty

his own,

again he feels the moon rising on the sky

Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide

In a house where no one never sleeps,

lays a man who sees more with his eyes

Picturing the past before him,

in a bed, alone, with

You were daddy's girl nice and sweet

Never in trouble mommy's honey

Little child who just