If you run away from...

Poisonous wind soars over a green lake of death
And rocks bloody drops on it's surface...

You run away from a grey reality
And dive in rainbow waves of dreamland
Soft water-plants entwine your body
And pull you down to bottom
Into swampy filth, and no way out from there...

Scarlet green lake of death absorbs a new victim!

Sweet dreams turned into nightmare
Your terrible dreams turned reality
You try to resist but it is too late!..

Dirty bandage and rusty needle
Are callow gods of a black cult
They keep their mysteries of the bottom
Of the lake in the valley of nightmare!..

You run away from a grey reality
Just think: can you pay for it with your pain?