Is your mind an open book
Can they look inside your head
Do you only still show pages you want read
What do you tell them when the Horror
Leaves you chilled and drenched in bed
Are you still oppressed by dreams in black and red
Have you found the man who's shown you
How to overcome your dread
Shown you how to pluck those pictures from your head
Though you didn't want to show me
Yet, nights you shivered in my bed
That's when I had my first glimpse inside your head
And now we're both oppressed by dreams in black and red
Yet, I just can't tear your pages from my head