a savage creature claws sirens call winter falls acid corrodes the skin like spikes pierce within beyond your realm of dreams there s a restless deep your soul to keep hell awaits at the bottom of it all it s you to heed the call don t live up to clichees time runs out time s in vain matter to mind break the chains fall far from grace what is real to me is not what seems to be i am the truth inside your dreams i am the one who sleeps nowhere near too soon when sun increases earth becomes our tomb all hope be found anew write when worlds collide relentlessly in lies all morals die like flies across the sky in the eye of the storm hard to bear but true cults come alive anew an epidemic desire for torture once the pattern unwinds you can see right behind a subtle rhyme phrased by vultures keep the secret of life in nutshells behind the secrecies of lies hides future hindsight what is real to me is not what seems to be i am the truth inside your dreams i am the one who sleeps nowhere near too soon when sun increases earth becomes our tomb all hope be found anew write when worlds collide relentlessly in lies all morals die like flies across the sky in the eye of the storm lead christian muenzner nowhere near too soon when sun increases earth becomes our tomb all hope be found anew write when worlds collide relentlessly in lies all morals die like flies across the sky in the eye of the storm