Arms towering into fear 

Feels like I am going in my sleep 

The dead are breeding under my pillow 

Is there a place for you in me? 



Best forgotten 



Gates closing when you draw near 

At the very heart of melancholia 

Those were his last words 

Is there still something to die for? 



Inside my heart a wasteland 

That only you can fill with life 

For ther are strangers in our way 

Pulling us under, dreaming us under tonight 



As certain as the grave 

If I lie to you again 



Imposed in the darkness 

Every word is true 

and best forgotten 



Words surrender into a seal 

My life is a curse I keep to myself 

The dead are breaking under my pillow 

Memories of when you were there 



Best forgotten 



Lips drying when you are near 

At the very pit of melancholia 

Those were her last souls 

Is there still something to dream of? 



Inside my heart a wasteland still 

That only you could make me feel 

For there are snakes in our way 

Feeling us under, nesting us under tonight 



As certain as the grave if I lie to you again 



Imposed in the darkness 

Every word is true 

and best forgotten