Susperia

I ride the storm
I've gotta be cool
There's something wrong with me
As I try to be everything
Never should've left my mothers womb
Step aside for the genocide I'm a lonley man who's mad
I alone could erase the world
There are precious lives at stake
Moving fast in the dark of night
I'm a hundred miles from home
Stare into my black deep eyes
and behold the coming past
The coming.
of all the monsters made up in my mind
You better belive it
The coming.
Nothing remains except the clouded memories
The coming past
I'm sick, I'm drained
I try to stay cool
Like there's nothing wrong with me
When I feel I can do anything