Bits and pieces of you lay scattered around the...
Bits and pieces of your memory, makes me cry...

Black wings,
Mark our white skies...

Quietly she sleeps,
Quietly the night creeps...

They have invaded your lands
Taken your rights...

His hands, throw my hair over one shoulder,
As he gets nearer and nearer it get colder...

Crazy people,
Helping crazy friends...

I am sick of the word love,
It's a feeling when broken...

A rain of tears I shed,
Once I heard you were dead...

Cut,
Blood slides...

Dreams do not come true
Life has too many strings attached...

I don't want to go to hell,
But I want to cut myself...

Every bed has its monster
Every ally has its thief...