Oh sweet illusion
Don't fail me now...

Optimist
the world is yours...

Let's take a darker lens shall we?
And cover up the light...

How 'bout you tell me what you're thinking
How 'bout you tell me how you feel...

You asked me how I'm doing
But before I even spoke...

The night is dark the moon is dead
Stars hang from ribbons like rope around my head...

I take your hand in mine
May I have this dance...

Morbid crimson rose
So picturesque and right...

Screaming in the darkness
Scratch out a piece of time...

In the shadow of the moonlight
She chokes that vial down...

Did you ever notice
That most stars fall alone...

A silver stream trickles where dancers used to be
It leads to the lake, so full and blue...