Take me back
Do you know what the end is?
Have you been there?
Have you been...
Beyond it?
I pray for the end
Trudging through the snow
Through the ashes of this world
Often I have dreams
Dreams of men who fall
Laying in mangled bloody heaps on the ground
Contorted
You can see their final painful gasps
The terror in their open eyes
I have dreams of things
Things that follow me
Walking
Stumbling after me
Strange, broken things
With long, wet, matted black hair
With inhuman faces
And footsteps of blood and water.
I dreamt last night
That I was the monster
I broke and battered
Brutalized
Ruined their bodies
With my own hands
I recoiled at the sight
Though I continued
As though it were my job
Is it, my devil?
My own, personal devil?
G-d why did you make me?
G-d why did you create me...
If only to suffer
What is my purpose here?
I can't do this anymore
Please tell me
Is the end near?
I just want to go home.