Dreams speak words to me, in a foreign language i fail to see,
A sense of panic and urge to run, Outside the nighttime has finally begun,
Look up at the stars, at the clouds in the sky, see the sign and wait to die,
Terror and nerves, all confusion and despair, shapes in the clouds, arrows pointing to nowhere,
Please hear, somebody help me, for I fear that I'm losing my sanity...
Can the young go crazy? Can I lose my mind?
Help, help, help, I cannot hide, inescapable voices that whisper inside...
The young can go crazy, and it could easily be... could it really? I think it's me...