Crimson Glory

Locked in this atticBeen here so many years
Shanna won't set me free
She says I'm evilBut then she doesn't knowI'm not pretending, no, not me
Full moon's reflecting
A face in the mirrorTwisted and bleeding
No, you can't be real, no you'reAll in my mind
Shades of insanity, you're not me
You're not me
Life in the attic
I like my rocking chair
Staring in shadows
Crouched in the corner
Waiting for something
Laughing at nothing
No one there