I cannot bear to see my loved ones slowly wither
They will know when they see the crimson river...

I'm unsure of who I am
I have failed God's master plan...

Here she comes to me in velvet
Feeling like maybe she's in debt...

Sitting in a church pew
Sketching figures of you...

Creatures of the underworld calling my name
But I know these voices are part of the game...

Powerful wings beat the air
Pulsating to a rhythmic beat...

Cold beneath icy coverlets in something broken
A heart locket splayed across the wooden floor...

Oh, do you know the muffin man?
The muffin man? The muffin man...

For all the times I might have lied
The same amount I am sure I have cried...

My heart is hard and cold as stone
I am overdone and overgrown...

Standing calmly at her balcony with a face painted...
Black cloak drawn taut slips from her shoulder...

Black eyes scrutinizing without resonance
Staring cruelly; never tolerating one wince...