Outside a swirling tempest
Fills the morning sky...

I see no sweetness in this,
Only pain through bitter tears...

I will live alone I will die alone,
Please don't pay to much attention to me...

She's suckered you in
That temptress of sin...

On a night that I shared in a field
Of magic and imagination...

She stands a'front the alter
His pale pallor of bride...

How deep goes the rabbit-hole?
The chasm of my soul...

Blood rains down,
Harsh sounds litter the air...

A bandit man,
A hundred years ago...

Do you not speak for lack of words?
Or because you have too many...

I wonder everyday, what oblivion is like.
I felt myself fade away once and liked it...

Arm in arm we walk,
Upon the broken glass...