Staring at the ceiling fan the wind keeps drowning my head Standing in the corner of the room my demon smiles at me With his big purple glowy eyes I can't feel my legs or move This was not as scary as the last times I know there's a dream twisting in the back of my mind I remember those early mornings When I slept at the bus going to school I could see myself from a third person point of view And watch my whole body rest paralyzed I never knew which part of this was real Where my dream begins and reality falls apart But i can remember the sweat on my eyes Horrified that I could die like this I guess those thing start to lose the impact over the time I'm staring at the ceiling again, the wind used to drown my head Standing in the corner of the room I see my shadows from years below With her dreamy hopeless eyes, she could still feel something I forgot how the textures of my skin felt (so soft) Olhando pro sol de olhos fechados Eu vejo o meu rosto sangrar Eu sinto o calor distorcendo as ondas que passam no ar Olhando pro sol de olhos fechados Eu vejo o calor distorcendo o ar que meu rosto sangra