Do you ever feel sad?
Do you ever feel alone...

He sits in front of the black piano
And plays a nightly tune...

Today I died a little bit more,
As everybody does each day...

Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine.
How many people will die this time...

My gothic heart, why do you cry?
Dripping blood, as dark as your fears...

The children of a neighbourhood go nowhere near
That solid crimson door which emits a dreaded fear...

You used to be my only friend;
The only one of whom I could talk to...

Yellow fangs, so very grotesque,
This can't be real, must be a burlesque...

Oh son, you're such a charming boy,
With your shining smile and translucent eyes...

Young boy sitting small
in the corner of the room...

It's as if the glare from the fuelling sun
is now brighter than i ever thought it could be...

Your hands still feel the same,
Like the first time I met you...