This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. How tight a love collapses When the hand that nailed is gone, is there no more? When you reach back so, open so, out of resentment, when there's no one else but you to blame it for When all you ever wish for is to go back once more, when all you ever wish for is to change it all When all your feelings, fevers, pain and regrets, when you burn the fires unable to burn When we drift far away in our dreams, hear the murderous whispers while we scream Feel the roar of the beast that we fear, but choose not to listen When we drift far away in our dreams, hear the murderous whispers while we scream Still we preach it in flame and fire, leave all the blood we have behind When you realize that your life is a one way road When you realize that there's no point of return When you understand that you can't go back anymore When you understand you don't know me, move on twice When we drift far away in our dreams, hear the murderous whispers while we scream Feel the roar of the beast that we fear, but choose not to listen When we drift far away in our dreams, hear the murderous whispers while we scream Still we preach it in flame and fire, leave all the blood we have behind We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down