Clouds Of Dementia

Jaded and dementedIn the attic the bonemen soaredI slammed the door behind meReality was no moreThe screams of the dementedFollows me where I goA secret door I enteredLeads to the everflow...oh no...And the days before sunrise are the worstWhen my mind... goes from friend to foeSo I stare into the wall of gloomWhere the troops of deceit and sickness loomConfused and delusiveI stand where I standIn the dungeons, in the chaosThought the truth would set me freeThe cries of the dementedI tried to shut them outSo I did what they wantedBut failed... with poison glass and ropeAnd the days before sunrise are the worstWhen my mind gets challenged by my foesSo I stare into the wall of gloomWhere the troops of darkness loomThe clouds in my veinsThe clouds in my gazeThe sum of my painThe same every day