It's barricading memories of blood br I love, br The glory days br That's so far behind, br Life would never be the same again br br The soothing pains of vampires and thrust br Devouring emotions of sleepers and lust br It can't be helped br Things will never change br When all of this is such aching blood sport br Of misery and heartbreak br br What dream could possibly help the ones in need, br When fantasies are such wasted atrophies? br br To metamorphose in the dreamlands of false reality br Is so pathetic br Just to believe br That you're someone who you are not br For the temporary pleasure of forlorn insomnia br And then get up again with the morning sun br Only to realize, br Reality is still the same br br Welcome back to the worldbr br Aiden Florencebr br