My friend,
has a razor sharp end...

I love you,
With all my heart...

One, two, three!
look at me...

Pain and lies,trouble and sin
Hiding somewhere, just beneath her skin...

People laugh
and people cry...

The princess of darkness
roams the streets...

Roses are red,
honey is sweet...

Roses are red
they are not blue...

Smile on my face
Blood on my knife...

I'm not a stepping stone to cross a stream,
I'm a girl...

It was late at night, when he crept into her room,
she was tiered of putting up a fight...

She was but seven,
when the angels took her to heaven...