Fame.
Fortune...

In the silence, they can hear
the cherubs calling their names...

All dressed in red from head to toe,
was pretty Little Red Riding Hood...

I was found at the cemetery gate,
cloaked in black and red silk...

Look at how far we have come,
at all of the great things we have done...

Standing here in the rain,
cold water numbing my pain...

Twinkle, twinkle, speeding car,
you will leave me with a scar...

An adored disaster:
I didn't want...

Your words,
venom dripping from your tongue...

Yeast is good,
yeast is great...

The silence creeps like mist,
desperation follows its cursed path...

I don't care,
if they get all the boys...