Merrily sings
Of macabre things...

Hiding in a night
Cracked like glass...

Tears of blood, Dying Laughter
The good all die, end of chapter...

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

Soring on the wings of an angel
I mused to myself...

There’s a car on the road down by the beck
Cruising like a ghost on through the night...

Here I lie with the spiders
My head to the ground...

Oh holy man tell us
Plead for us today...

Burn them up
So the world can inhale them...

Pieces of my mind float down around me
I see myself in the shadow of where I’ve been...

Black smoke trails in front of taillights
Sun sinks slow beneath the ground...

Carve me a smile my creator
Give me a warm loving grin...