Nothing to fight – how can you defy something that doesnt exist?
I was in torment and it was eternal,
The walls laughed at my fear and I could only stare,
There was nothing with me and they always knew…
I am a victim – a lonely avenger,
Combatting always times advancing force,
It is my mistress, my master and teacher,
My life, blood, my poison, the rocks on my course,
So I ran through the streets – seemed there was nowhere to hide,
I carried on – fled the fear,
I was sweating and cold with nowhere to go,
And I was alone in the dark,
And the approaching sound that never would stop,
That never could stop – it could only pursure,
I am a victim…
Who could have guessed at the end when the story began?
Dreaming awake by the phone,
With me screaming again – I was alone in my mind,
Seeing clockfaces mocking me twice for the thrill,
Ticking like faces I knew,
There was nothing – then there was something again,
I am a victim…
I am a victim…