Tore off his pretty-puff wings
Burned all those mushy things...

You are the nightmare under my bed.
As I am the voices in your head...

Painted grey with skies of blue.
I'll stay all night and wait for you...

If I think real hard
I can feel your arms wrap around me...

This is a story. This is a play.
A story of God...

I wonder how they do it
How they get so god damn thin...

You tore the man away from everything
And claimed him as your own...

She was a beautiful child.
Such a wonder she was...

Boredom is my obsession
As, Insanity my possession...

Nothing more..
I will tear myself out from this flesh...

Let's play a game,
a game of hide and seek...

If your love is true.
Then lying wouldn't exist...