Tiptoeing down the vacant street
I see him drumming to an unknown beat...

Her hands grip the cold railing
While she's leaning over, she questions...

Elusive, forever hiding
Dark tunnels...

A fine wheel going round and round
Spinning through space...

Opening my mouth wide
And wrapping my lips around...

Majestic beauty, secretly hiding
And deceiving the world...

Do you like these sick little games?
I destroyed the film and all of its frames...

Open the book of sins
And calculate the next victim...

Smash the angel wings
And bring us into darkness...

The water ran upon the shelf
Down through the plastered bricks...

Specks of red in a world of white
The one flaw that made her take flight...

I walk through the halls
Of my own private prison...