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

I trusted an architect
I trusted her well...

My life is based upon
pleasing and placation...

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

The shadow of the grim
lurks everywhere...

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

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

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

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

Oh my, you sit and laugh.
these words, I should have burned...

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

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