Win Peter Winters

Demons
Something is wrongThe doctors look worriedWiping their browsThe nurses are hurryingBack and forthto her side desperatelytrying to keepthe demons from enteringMy wife she looks paletossing and turninglungs start to failpanting and chokingair it grows stillgive me this memoryreleasing the painthat covered everythingfaced with four wallscrescendo of silencelead by a voice of hatred and violencesky it grows darkfilled with commotionAs a cold breezeblows in from the ocean Aus Songtexte Mania