Brightmare Songtext
von Port of Call

Pool of blood
Empty ribcage
Razorblades
Broken Bones
Guillotines
Bodybags

I′ve heard it all before
Can't take this anymore

These Lines have gotten old and stale
Then why does it seem that they
Exactly tell our tale
Avoiding cliché
Is not that easy
When writing about this endless
Brightmare that is you

Disgusting beauty
Your soothing pain
Your hateful loving
Is driving me insane


Contradiction
Harmonic friction
You′re killing me
While keeping me alive

These Lines have gotten old and stale
Then why does it seem that they
Exactly tell our tale
Avoiding cliché
Is not that easy
When writing about this endless
Brightmare that is you

Your honest cheating
Your tearful smile
Your truthful lies
Without them my heart dies

Here we are now
Without a clue
You're killing me
While keeping me alive


These Lines have gotten old and stale
Then why does it seem that they
Exactly tell our tale
Avoiding cliché
Is not that easy
When writing about this endless
Brightmare that is you

Poison lips
Swearing vengeance
Endless heartache
Switchblade knife
Sleepless nights
Rotten corpses

I've heard it all before
Can′t take this anymore

Brightmare
You′re my brightmare

These Lines have gotten old and stale
Then why does it seem that they
Exactly tell our tale
Avoiding cliché
Is not that easy
When writing about this endless
Brightmare that is you

You're my brightmare
You′re my brightmare
Do you feel the same?