She stands so silently
Amongst a crowd of strangers...

"Mix them very carefully"
Tells a lone professor...

She cries to the wind
The moon...

Perhaps my best friend
In animal form...

Join me in death
Step off the edge with me...

Though tourniquets may
Be wrapped 'round salted wounds...

Maybe if the little reflection in the mirror
Sang along with us, it'd be a little clearer...

We are nothing but soldiers
Robots, confomists...

Black distances
Are falling through your eyes...

She just wants to be different
Someone who stands out from the crowd...

I hate the snow
It makes you colder...

Endlessly in the Dark
Searching for my mind's own fuel...