And last night i dreamed of hell
wandering shadows lined the streets...

I once wrote a song
a gentle note upon the soft Italian shore...

I always tried shooting for the moon
expecting some brilliant prize...

I studies her eyes for
flaws of deception...

Free tears fall from,,
from a girl too young to understand...

Sweet sanctity of souls
tomorrow is...

I'm on the edge of your cliff
wondering what it would be like to die and...

If absence makes the heart grow fonder
why do i hate you so much...

Violent daggers
fall from the hands of innocence...

There's a haunting silence
amongst the crowd...

I clawed at fate
with fingernails...

Looking deep inside myself
my heart withering away...