Turn The Key

Creeping in the halls of pain
Another trophy calls your name
Shouting dreams of heresy
Can the future ever be free?
As the clock does strike twelve
Sing for revolution bells
For a night without falling shells
You pay the piper to end the spell

Dillusions of a broken mind
The world will never be so kind
Spectres of a broken soul
Watch as you lose control

Bearing gifts to the long departed
Fractured by the newly ignited
Few things ever scratch the itch
As your hope turns to a stitch
Scar tissue that seems unreal
Hands out to accept the deal
Stamped in the virgin blood
Another curse begins the flood

Dillusions of a broken mind
The world will never be so kind
Spectres of a broken soul
Watch as you lose control

Now repeat after me…
or you will never be free
Scratching, Scraping
Turn the key
Enter into misery
Calling, Balling
Open the door
There really is no cure

Delusions of a broken mind
The world will never be so kind
Specters of a broken soul
Watch as you lose control