Look for the Truth

All my dark dreams drift like smoke in the breeze The fear grips me as I fall towards my sleep Here comes the nightmare that never ends Here is the dream that makes monsters of men In the house of my soul In rooms of ugliness and cold Memories locked away All the doubts and fears I never faced Now they come again I'm falling down to meet with them Fears within us all Mine awake and they stand up tall Look for the truth Deepest cut of all from you Knife of the truth Blade of hatred slicing through I pray my sleep will break Maybe this time I won't wake Weakness I hide so well This dagger in my mind will tell It's my final stand I make a fist out of each hand To shadows of the past Take a breath and I scream attack Here is the truth Deepest cut of all from you Knife of the truth Blade of hatred slicing through (Bayley · Gers · Harris)