You have this thought inside your head
That I'm some romantic sight...
There's a world where dying roses grow,
each shudder out one final bloom...
Strawberry red dripping from my lips
Where you kissed me with bloody lust...
eyes
crazed...
I thought our love was timeless, more then just a...
And strangely in my gun-sights I still love you...
Suffering pictures bleed black and white,
Visions now ebb from waking sight...
They say I am strong,
But coldness is preceived as strength...
With every moving creature in the world,
Every wonder filling our heads...
There's a puddle on the floor,
And that's all you see. Nothing more...
The girl with the black and red dress
Was dancing all alone, by herself...
That story cannot be told...
Why...
Alice your heart has grown so cold.
I wonder if the real story will be told...