spellbound by the night anger turns into rage forced into rooms of hate bleeding althought there is no wound taking pleasure from torture i see it eating me alive i feel it burning me from inside soothing our selfish thoughts i'm empty in body and soul no longer alive, dancing still dead darkside forever alive disease that can never be cured leave it all behind, still i am trapped will i ever be free? i wish i could end it now i wish i could end it all but there you are pushing it over the edge again and again and again spellbound by my own illusions to proud to fall down on my knees i wish i could bleed, to clean all the wounds leave it all behind and drown in my dreams for all my sins forgive me and at last i'll be free (rep. verse 1)
Eight Days a Week (In the Style of the Beatles) [Karaoke Version]