I can see through your hollow eyes that our love is like us, dead.

As the dark rose dies, I can feel my soul die with it.

The lost demons of my forever past keep scratching at my tattered heart.

Her fallen blood only covered up the suicide she made.

Spill their blood, rip their throats, torture won't heal my pained, hollow heart.

My black winged angel, rip out my condemed soul. Set this anguish free.

Our dark corner of the world is one beautiful place, some people need to look harder to see it.

Will you help me make this dream fo suicide true? Will you help me put the blade to my scarred wrists? Help me push deeper, help me watch the blood drip.