Splatter, plop
Drip, Drop...

PURE, BRIGHT WHITE DOVES
GLIDING THROUGHT THE AIR...

Your world is filled with devastation
There is debris everywhere...

Music is life...
Music is death...

We've been friends for a long time
You ask me why...

You walk out of your house
You trip and you stumble...

Two friends, walking down the street
Saying they'll be friends forever...

There comes a time
in every person's life...

I sit here and stare
Stare at him with longing...

What is love?
isn't it when someone...

You look around your room
trying to find inspiration...

The heat of the moment
a powerful, dangerous thing...