Suffocated by all the lies.
No escaping the inevitable goodbye's...

The rose, blown around by the piercing wind.
Wind, unrelenting and unforgiving...

Took me in when no one else would.
Guided me through life the best he could...

I play a game on my arm.
The Romantic Razor Blade is such a charm...

Sitting in the silence,
thinking of you...

Wipe away the tears,
and ask what's wrong...

The skies are raped by the black,
The poison apple falls from the tree...

My mind's the prison,
I'm the inmate...