Fields Of The Nephilim - Endemoniada

So let it feel... Unreal
When I fall asleep at the wheel
Think about this... If looks could kill

Such a thrill... The way I feel
Now I'm falling asleep at the wheel
And I'm dreaming of the kill

We dream of familiar places here
We dream of familiar faces

Do you want a display
Just stand in my way
If you want a display
Your love in that way... Now get out

Think about this...

Well I've seen... With old eyes
And every time I turn around another dies