Your hair are the waves of the Miami swell
Your curves are the hills of Ireland...

Sheets soaked of blood,
My tears of pain...

No more can I take it,
These feelings I cannot hide...

As you lay asleep,
My heart begins to weep...

As I face the foul demons,
There's a scent of blood in the air...

Constantly I Crave...
I Crave for the Grave...

You say that we are over,
That it's all been said and done...

Sorry I left you wallowing,
Let me make it up to you...

We built a house,
Or so it seemed...