Текст Alesana – The Artist

What is wrong with her eyes?
A glossy stare that won’t leave me be starts my blood running cold.
A gaze that could make hell freeze over…
I have to understand she’s gone…

Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes.
But I cannot stand to turn away.
When I do, she’ll be gone…
It’s frightening…

Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door…
They’ll be here soon.
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
I wish I’d stop looking behind me.
Running now will only make it worse…
They’ll be here soon.
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
I wish my mind would stop…

Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.
And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won’t…

Shaking as I rest her body down.
No one knows, only me…
It’s frightening…

Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door…

Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.
And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
Why should I even try to stop the collapse? Why should I even try?

There’s a madman glaring straight at me!
Oh I know I’ve seen his face before…
I am sure I’ve seen his face before…

Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.
And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won’t…