Midnight tolls on the clock downstairs   A reminding voice inside my head that does not care   His rapture keeps me waiting for a life behind the attic door   Footsteps on the stairs...no one there...      I watch my shadow fade to gray   From the warmth of daylights charm   I cower, turn and run away   From a light so bright and warm      With my fading health   I start to cry and cut myself   To watch the blood look silver   In the blessing of the moon...      I sit here in my rocking chair   They've come again to tie me down and wash my hair   Faceless figures on the wall   Haunt me 'til the morning dawn   Behind the Attic door   Why can't they let me go?      Here where devil's roam   Twisted and bleeding all alone   In this hell beyond the light   On the other side of Midnight...      The other side of Midnight!!      I bang my head against the wall   To kill the demons in my soul   I blind myself so I can't see   Evil things inside of me...      You're not me?   Who's there?   Am I evil?      [end]      ["Precisely at the end of the second millennium (2000-2001),    there accumulates on the horizon of all mankind enormously    threatening dark clouds, and darkness falls upon human souls." -    Pope John Paul II]