Destruction is knocking at my door,
It's been there since the night before...

(In the end instead of the word coin.. or...
You look into my eyes, dark and dead as disco...

Twisted burning bodies, wither and decay,
As the broken morbid puppets come and want to...

In the dark you whisper satanic melodies,
But lullabies wont keep away the nightmares for...

Silly Angel, you can't fly with just one wing,
I see you lying on a bed of broken dreams...

Passion and Desire
Are often ruled by Fire...