The color black is what I'm
seen wearing all the time...

I was born on a runaway train.
I was born there, on this day...

We live in a state of confusion,
pictures only bring doubt...

The unloved child
Who wears the crown of hate...

My life is based upon
pleasing and placation...

A fist through my chest
rips my heart out...

As the world goes on by,
without caring for who die...

You're not failed experiments.
neither are your brothers...

You never told me before
that you loved me...

You say it over the phone
You tell me in songs you know...

I trusted an architect
I trusted her well...

The sound of pain, the look of sad
The hate of life, love gone mad...