Lord of the Flies

I am afraid of the dark
 Because that's where I live
 A body without meaning
 My own disfigured limbs
 I shall not speak of fear
 But something far beyond it
 A world wich i've created
 But in wich I cannot live
 A light surrounds my coffin
 Where the meeting of two worlds collide
 No skeleton to offer, hung upon a cross
 I have doomed myself to stay forever paralyzed
 The death of dreams creation
 Lord of the flies
 This tomb we call the earth cannot recify
 The nothingnss of being
 Lord of the flies
 Ties that will blind you unto me in death and in sleep
 This is plague
 Of souls who have stopped searching
 Never will you
 Never will you rest
 Perhaps I am speaking from under a veil
 My heart and I lay bleeding
 Tears of angels who have failed
 Children, come and take me by the hand
 Then you will learn to understand
 That fire is fire and sand is sand
 Come take me by the hand
 Lost in a thought called freedom
 I seek a form of escape, I wake alone and weeping
 To find my features erased
 This is plague, the withered flesh
 Of souls who have stopped searching
 Never will you
 Never will you rest
 This is the world in wich we live
 The darkened path on wich we crawl
 Never to rise
 We climb only to fall