It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...

Pretty little dolly
All on her own...

All the hated, and the fated
Went walking in the sand...

This is not over
This blood within my veins...

Whispers "it's all in her head"
From behind my back...

A palace built from the skin of dying angels
Red feathers falling down...

I’ve been waiting here a long time
Almost twenty summer suns...

I have spent too much of myself
Lamenting the passing of angels...

In the dark doth slither and claw
A hungry servant with open maw...

This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...

I wish I could and if I would
I’d make this go away...

Can't live, Can't seem to breathe
It's dark what people believe...