Hold hands and let us pray,
around this darken rose...

A place for mothers and fathers
Sons and daughters...

Hate to do this
to you one more time...

She talks to angels
As the Devil whispers...

How come I can't tell you
What I feel inside...

Let me take some of your pain,
a tortued soul I will remain...

Can you hear
Beneath the ground...

Cause you creep beneath my veins tonight
Whispering your sweet words of agony...

I won't cast the first stone
In this city of dispare...

Contemplating suicide
soon i must decide...

Pain and suffering
have been caused...

This life of mine
Right out of a book...