Angona - Mental Breakdown

Here we go, not this time Sandman

Everynight I hear voice of hell

Dreams always becomes nightmare

No matter how I try

Bleeding his hands

Holding my tears

Monster never

Leaves me alive

When darkness fall, you can run but

Never hide, worst nightmare in town

Witchy hours start I’m tired for run

Living with mental breakdown

Shall we tiny human

I’ll rip your eyes

And throw away

Cut your skin

From your bitchy face

Torture you from

Dusk till down

You are mine

Mine