Innocent lost lamb... Burrowed into her wings Her heart torn Abandoned... Trapped in her cage
I hear a faint whisper A teardrop stain my cheek Calling out my name Where no one can hear Shimmering gossamer wings
Here she’s sitting All alone On the cold bench In the evening breeze Her black chipped fingers
Sunk beneath the cold dark earth I am unheard... My heart is a shattered tomb A black hole... I can’t control myself from my dea…
Driven pain A heart that beats quickened in it’s pace Falling... Holding on
From the depths of my soul I am not freed Stab my heart twice Til I bleed Nothing but numbness
Within the abyss I see your façade My heart twisted Frigid soul Turns to stone
There are no exceptions Not even roses In life... Everything... Grow...
Engulfed in flames within The crackling embers Of her bones shake Within this mortal tomb Her anger wake
Beyond the cold and shiny Crystal realms of pain Beyond everything Everything what’s insane beyond the graveyard
Mirror, Mirror... As a fairy-tale story. A reflection of yourself Looking back at you Can you tell me what you see?
Stare the chaos Look in the sky Can you see that See how clouds cry Can you feel their sorrow
I feel the dark cold clammy touch… It haunts me in my dreams It makes me cry And wonder why I suffer as I do
Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance
Venomous fangs Pierce the flesh Injecting the poison Seeping inside... Trembling flesh...