Three prongs
Three paths...

Dreaming rainbows far from home
Reality remains monochrome...

Manipulating madness
stroke of midnight then...

Meaningless day meets restless night
Tangled up in endless plight...

The stars tell lies
Advertising a place of peace...

There is always two sides
To every street...

A million white hot needles
Pierce my undead flesh...

With bloodied hands I lay the bricks again
Once again blocking the hole...

There was an old crackhead named sunny
Who was so adoringly funny...

Boil my tears and make them pure
For it is only evil that I cry for...

Collaboration by Powerless Angel and Andrea Sunny
Oh great...

Boy I am so lost and confused
Why do I always force myself to lose...