Ink injected ivory skin,
Dripping wet with sex and sin...

The angels are here to take me home
I am tired of being alone...

She never understood the lasting pain
He left her crying in the pouring rain...

Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
A far away place, where nothing is as it seems...

The storm is coming in
Fury from the sin...

Trees bending in the wind
It's the beginning of the end...

These tales sorrowful pain and woe delicately...
In this forsaken peyton's place far from the...

He lies there in his room in ICU
Oxygen on his face...

There is this man, whose all alone
It has been that way for years...

The cimmerian gloom, entered into my bleeding...
My entire superfluous existence was slowly torn...

Sometimes I find myself in a daze,
Trapped inside a purple haze...

The world is against her, crushing her dreams
Held in a reality where nothing is what it seems...