The Morbid Dance Songtext / Lyric

Take this thing off my chest
And wash me clean
It holds, it gripes so bad
Please let me breathe Let me introduce the real
That?s what I am.
Wake me up! Believe!
The Morbid Dance. Same thing every night lying in the bed,
Dreams are no more kind, no more safe,
So much greed. No! To much hate,
Lord don?t let me die before I wake

Tear me open for as long as it takes
Don?t let him breed
So cold to cold heal
Can?t make it sleep

Let me introduce the real
More dirt and sand.
Clean it up! Believe!
The Morbid Dance

Same thing every night lying in the bed,
Dreams are no more kind, no more safe,
So much greed. No! To much hate,
Lord don?t let me die before I wake!