Each day passes
with the terror in his eyes...

If i lay here alone and day dream
will you come lay by my side...

Your truth has killed me,
my eyes are glass...

Those empty voices
they whipser to you...

All over my body
my skin starts to itch...

As i lie here in your arms,
i hear a love song in my head...

Pitch black, i pack up, out the door, shh.. dont...

I never want to let you go..
i never want to cry...

Passionate misery
with soaring great wings...

Your blood makes a pretty pattern
swirled and splattered on the wall...

Down in the shadows
under the oak trees...

Your blue eyes stare fondly
at the awakening leader...