Angona Mental Breakdown

Here we go, not this time Sandman
Everynight I hear voice of hell
Dreams always becomes nightmare
No matter how I try
Bleeding his hands
Holding my tears
Monster never
Leaves me alive
When darkness fall, you can run but
Never hide, worst nightmare in town
Witchy hours start I’m tired for run
Living with mental breakdown
Shall we tiny human
I’ll rip your eyes
And throw away
Cut your skin
From your bitchy face
Torture you from
Dusk till down
You are mine
Mine