|Oh, that I could scream
|And the world would stop and listen
|And these scars could speak in volumes
|But who has ears to hear
|Or eyes to see
|Again I scream
|But my voice is buried in an unearthly silence
|Like in nightmares when ghosts steal your breath.
|I pray that power be not in my words
|But in truth that supercedes the mind of man
|And our dead hope, and our blind faith in means that look to justify the ends.
|I feel a presence in the room
|I feel cold fingers close around my neck.
|With out you I am lost.
|Let mine eyes not fail with looking upward
|(That) Hideous Strength