Look for the truth

All my dark dreams
drift like smoke in the breeze
the fear grips me as i fall towards my sleep
here comes the nightmare that never ends
here is the dream that makes monsters of men
In the house of my soul
in rooms of ugliness and cold
memories locked away
all the doubts and fears i never faced
Now they come again
i am falling down to meet with them
fear within us all
mine awake and they stand up tall
Look for the truth
deepest cut of all from you
knife of the truth
blade of hatred slicing through
I pray my sleep will break
maybe this time i won't wake
weakness i hide so well
this dagger in my mind will tell
It's my final stand
i make a fist out of each hand
to the shadows of the past
take a breath and i scream attack