Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
darkness holds the wraith that waits for me where
Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
You **** The evening light traces the silhouette
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
With this wish I wish tonight that you and I could catch a ride on a meteorite
lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
*** Eyes of angels fall on me feelings of despair and hopeless pleas