They Twist Our Dreams Into A Blackened Hollowed Out Soul

So why do we go through it all, why do we lead our souls astray?
The darkness remains, where memories that stain us through time.

The twist of every dream, almost every night...
I feel the demons attacking me in every crazy way...
Twisting in knots the stomach that turns in the night,
Wakes me up, tied in knots...  from getting NO REAL SLEEP.
I'm slowly dying, I'm slowly erroding into what they want me to be.

Just give me back my life!
Why do we play these games?
Just give me back my fucking life!
I want my life back!  I want my life back NOW!

The twisted dream I feel aching and screaming all on vain.
I wake up tossing and turning in my sleep, the dreams that cause me all this pain.
From not knowing if I'll ever get out of this place.
I just wanted to live my own way, and stand my ground.
Or do I just accept all this fucking misery?
Or do I just accept this as my fate?

Oh, God!  Oh, Lord why does my heart ache this way!?

My hands are tired, the buzzing through my hands,
Feeling like flailing around in this life that doesn't ever change?
My hands are tied, to all the buzzing that carpal bones make me feel,
While trapped in missing the faceless cries.

While almost every night,
The twisted dreams that I feel almost every night keep on haunting my mind.
I scream, to push much farther, the tears that cry the bitterness,
From twisting in knots about the whole world I don't understand,
I'll never understand why...  Why I can't...  Why they can't...

Just give me back my fucking life.
Instead of leading me into places that I can't feel free to follow.
Just give me my life back again.
I want the memories that I wanted to create.
Not some circling menacing pain from what this world will create.

 The twist of every dream, almost every night... I feel the demons attacking me in every crazy way... Twisting in knots the stomach that turns in the night, Wakes me up, tied in knots...  from getting NO REAL SLEEP. Am I slowly just dying? Am I slowly eroding into what they want me to be?

When will I get to be myself, FREE!?
When will the skies, allow me through the darkness?