In sign of old friendship
let me be thy dream...

Beautiful girl, beautiful friend -
broken at times, easy to mend...

Cut the scalp
drink the blood...

I know how it is, to write through despair
to love beyond hell, even though Satan's near...

In the thought of love
my lungs get tied down...

Lean down, so low...to pray
let us bow, close your eyes...delay...

Constantly falling
crashing towards ground...

No more tears
please don't cry...

With tinted eyes, they call me blind
under my mask disgusted by what they find...

Inside your soul, is so much hate
no need for control, its just too late...

I'm gonna tell you a story
about blood and pain...

Laying in the halls
how I'm a bloody mess...