You've read my poems,
you know my name...

These are the eyes that first looked at you,
these are the eyes...

In a world where looks are everything,
I am the Antichrist...

She walks alone,
and no one knows...

Deepest sleeps,
moon shines bright...

You've sung my heart a broken song,
and it cries and slowly drifts apart...

When I met you,
When you looked at me...