Steel
scalpel...
Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Plucked by the wind of aspirations
and scattered in the shadows...
Love they spout, love they falsely declare,
Yet their eyes betray a darkness, a glare...
go ahead and cry your crocodile tears
you're really only sorry for yourself...
Never let the demon |
I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you. |
I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars. |