His eyes reveal visions of guilt
Of which we are compelled to obey...

Feel it in my bosom
Deep interred in my chest...

White snow
Blue skies...

Your eyes bore into my skull
Trying to find a passion not there...

Shed my tears
Into a glass...

I wish i could open your mind
And read your thoughts about me...

She ate the seed and saw it bloom,
Rumbling and bumbling her tumbling tomb...

I line my eyes
With blackest black...

Wishing i could see you
Just one more time...

Burning flames
Fall and lick my cheeks...

*-This is a bit brutal, just to warn you...
Blood meet the walls...

You were the favourite
Why wouldn't you be...