Living In The Past (Artch)

Mama! Can you hear me ... call your name ... Am I to blame? The lights are low, The four winds blow ... Now! Where do we go? Tears in your eyes ... mine full of lies My heart cries ... it's time to die! I'm livin' in the past, so my doctors say I should wake up from my dreams But livin' ain't easy in this world today When you're surrounded by "terror-screams" Officially declared insane A number is not a name. A case without cure They smile at me sayin' one thing's for sure ... You've got to stop livin' in the past Sharks in my bed, demons in my head Bloody frames hang on the wall Fires burning higher I hear the hangman's call Voices from behind echo in my mind Like an eye-sight to the blind I'm trapped I am surrounded Afraid I'm falling 'way behind They're hunting me Ooh, possessing me Controlling me ... tellin' me ... You are what you are, don't reach out for the stars Calm down, turn around, with your face against the bars Strangers in my bed music in my head My candle's burning low If only I could hide in my mother's womb 'Cause I don't know where to go Officially declared insane A number is not a name A case without a cure They smile at me sayin' one thing's sure ... You've got to stop livin' - livin' in the past