Is your mind an open book,
Can they look inside your head?
Do you still just show them 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…