While these flakes of purity fall,
Blood it seems, stains it's whiteness...

As dark as the day
Mysterious as night...

To pick stars & replace them for light.
To catch snow flakes & collect them in a book...

Setting the tone, hearing voices.
I can't believe I did it again...

Walking up right, prowling the rest.
Vanity is your name, with only one thing to say...