In the Dead of Night

In the dead of night Dreams already dare Eery silence fills The dark casm Soon to be unbare In the dead of night Little girls start to fight Against dark claws Bars holding them tight Suffocating what must be In the dead of night Trouble starts to stir With hasty heart And nervous hand Little girls start to plan In the dead of night No sound no sight A small figure Sneaks inside Moving swift and fast Begging not to be held back In the dead of night Cold chills reach What little girls dream Vibrant brightness Fades into dull dead desolation In the dead of night A passion grows As little girls Again enclosed Starts to think of what could... What should be In the dead of night With courage scratched up Little girls find What is not theirs to be found A sick addiction To freedom of action The choice be chosen Run into the open In the dead of night Second ticking by Cold blue eyes stare At what they shouldnt bare Regret Hopeless worth Only to find Little girls that hide inside Dying to run Dying to see Darkness bares freedom Soon to be In the dead of night It will all come together The freedom little girls seek Will be found On a cold dark wet street With only instinct to guide Where little girls want to hide With the total cover of black Consequences ready to bear Little girls Run and dissapear