Visions in colors
of black and white
and familiar sounds
that now bring old tears.
Faces of horror
come blank at sight
of the devils hounds
hunting for your fears.
Ooh... My little child...
is it really as bad as it seems?
Ooh... My little child...
Ooh... Child of dreams.
Thoughts about the future
slowly fade
as soul -tearing howls
fill your eyes with tears.
Memories of torture
never made
and the silent growls
of the ones you fear.
Ooh... My little child...
is it really as bad as it seems?
Ooh... My little child...
Ooh... Child of dreams.
Fields of paper flowers
human sight
mountains climbing higher
steel and concrete made.
Nature lost it's power
and it's might
trees are covered fire
as green colors fade.
Ooh... My little child...
is it really as bad as it seems?
Ooh... My little child...
Ooh... Child of dreams.
Nightmares have covered up
all that you were.
And as you're coming numb
sailing so far...
Ooh... my little child
is it really as bad as it seems?
Ooh... My little child...
Ooh... child of - Fears.
Wake up child.
Another day begins. | 