Artillery

When you're lying in your bed at night
And pray that no harm can be done
I am inside your head, I am inside your room
I'm the voice that you will hear
Inside the dark I'm in control
The noise that you hear is so eerie and cold
The master of strings pulling your mind
Twisting and turning your soul is intwined
Outside the world so easy and calm
You feel that there's noone to do you no harm
Mistakes that you make not easy to hide
It's only a matter of time (be) fore you die
So you start to scream!
Wishing this was a dream!