The Artist

Alesana

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
But she's not!
Don't you tell me that she is dead!
Watch her lips softly move
Because she's still whispering to me!
And something here is not quite right
(And something here is not quite right)

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

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

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