Strike the match and watch the destruction,
As everything you created, burns away...

His journals scrawled on the devil's heart,
But he's the picture of perfection...

Encrypted in your lack of morality,
This passionate brutality...

Screaming in the silence,
A bruise to her own skin...

Sitting here for hours, a broken disgrace.
Bottle in one hand, a glass in the other...

All the angels ignore my howling plead,
Sending death's kiss in a pink rose bouquet...

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Swallow these tears...

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Her heart burns away...

Drinking satire like wine,
Scorn breeding inside you...

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A perfect picture of disaster...

The shattered night lays death to rest,
At the kiss of the razors blood impressed...

The time is passing by
and I see it in your eyes...