Images are painted in my head while nightmares disguise themselves as daydreams   They're coming to get you   They're coming to get you too      This message will self destruct; intensify the situation simply by smiling back at the still lifes   Still I wonder if they're stealing my breath   Shadows dance in the corners of my mind   The sound echoes through the halls of compromise   We feed these parasites when we seek to gratify the moment      Healer, heal us   For we've turned our backs