Krohm

From a dream I made you, in that restless night
From whence I crawled into your sight
Above the door, under your bed
I am all things that make you dead
The lurking madness of thoughts blood red
An insects nest inside your head
Remember me when you feel joy
The faintest love I shall destroy
Remember me, in every dream
For I am you, not what you seem
I am what makes the flesh you feel
There is no difference in what is real
[ A Lurking Dream Lyrics ]