they leave you breathless
not wanting another day.
And little by little the mirror will crack
and all your colorful dreams
well they'll turn black.
Little by little darkness will come
and all you'll hear
is the sound of death's drum.
And little by little sinner's will fall
and all you'll have left
is your imaginery wall.
Little by little children will scream
they'll end up crying
because of that dream.
And little by little the earth will crack
and you'll end up running
and you'll never look back