There is someone else that sees through my eyes
Someone to hold my hand when I'm lost...

I need a life
Cant find the life...

One last while before forever
Comes to call upon our names...

What if it was bloodstained hands that created...
A stained glass image illuminated by a malformed...

Secrecy blinds us from the truth
In angels eyes...

A poisoned fog they prayed for
Comes rolling from the lake...

Mourning the death of spiders
In a mausoleum made of maggots...

"Who are you" speaks the king
"I am death and but a small little thing...

I want to crawl out of my grave
My soul has become a slave...

So just once more
Upon a long lost time...

Not sure of what I hate anymore
Or if I even hate at all...

Last night I woke up
And saw you dancing on a knife...