A darkness so grand
That all is seen...

The bright sun is a golden
silhouette of your face...

Pull up my sleeves
Stare into my eyes...

Guilt
A fat slab of meat...

When the pen runs out of ink
I simply jam it in my arm...

Rose petals falling all around my head
I don't think, no I don't think they're very red...

If only I could give you
A kiss good day, a kiss good night...

She wants to feel
she makes it bleed...

How you envy the gentle white rose
And the tears that pierce its satin lips...

The book falls apart in her hands
As sirens fade into the distance...

Counting the cracks in the floor
I'm forced to look at my splintered hands...

From plastic hearts
To other lives...