[Music: J. Drenning, J. Lords]

[Lyrics: B. Martinez, J. Drenning]



Midnight tolls on the clock downstairs

A reminding voice inside my head that does not care

His rapture keeps me waiting for a life behind the attic door

Footsteps on the stairs...no one there...



I watch my shadow fade to gray

From the warmth of daylights charm

I cower, turn and run away

From a light so bright and warm



With my fading health

I start to cry and cut myself

To watch the blood look silver

In the blessing of the moon...



I sit here in my rocking chair

They've come again to tie me down and wash my hair

Faceless figures on the wall

Haunt me 'til the morning dawn

Behind the Attic door

Why can't they let me go?



Here where devil's roam

Twisted and bleeding all alone

In this hell beyond the light

On the other side of Midnight...



The other side of Midnight!!



I bang my head against the wall

To kill the demons in my soul

I blind myself so I can't see

Evil things inside of me...



You're not me?

Who's there?

Am I evil?



[end]



["Precisely at the end of the second millennium (2000-2001), there accumulates on the horizon of all mankind enormously threatening dark clouds, and darkness falls upon human souls." - Pope John Paul II]