Like liquid diamonds they pour at night,
Children of Sadness and Sorrow alike.
My anguish pours from in me,
where will the end of my pain be?
As the Darkness closes in,
Sadness becomes hate again.
This anger overwhelms me,
this rage will never pass.
My heart breaks again,
and I grab a shard of glass.
My liquid diamonds end,
replaced by floods of red.
Again Crimson Rivers pour,
trying to end my life once more
