I'm living in a silent dream, a silent dream of screams.
Yes, those silent cries that drift amidst the strokes upon his eyes.
I look back at what it used to be; a blank canvas with a tint of green.
And i wonder just how, and why? I decided to paint him by my side.
I took my inspiration, made with the sweat of our consummation,
And made this sweet parody, with the help of his melody.
But now i sit here and i weap, of how i see him in my sleep.
No one can know of this secret kiss, for fear of the demons' growl and hiss.
So i burn this paper, light it on fire. Throw away my love and desire.
My only regret would be to forget, i chose my path and I wanted it.
Im living in a silent dream, a silent dream of screams.
There is no fighting it, so fuck it. Screw this shit, live with it.