A mirror made of ripples
in the solid plains of steel...

Her hands are stained
not with the blood of others...

Remember me,
when the blade slides deep...

No matter how hard i try
i cannot say goodbye...

Who knew?
Down my drain at night, flow rivers of red blood...

Why am i so afraid?
my dreams have all been torn away...

I cannot sleep
the darkness casting shadows on the wall...

Life is not a simple thing,
the strumming of bare feet on asphalt...

What you might not understand,
is that not everyone is born in fairytale land...

Roses open slowly to reveal the color inside,
vivid in their brightness, so gloriously divine...

Her lips painted in blood,
hollow stomach, caved in for love...

Im on my knees,
please just listen for a moment...