Alive or dead we all end up swimming in an ocean of our tears

The blade sinks deeper,
carving regret in its path

We don't fear the dark, we fear what is IN the dark.

Those who fear the darkness have no idea what the light can do

Roses are red, Ashes are black , Go to hell and never come back

Wrist to wrist you make your mark,
Shadow to shadow you stick to the dark...

Rushing down the streets they cry,
"Death to the Unwanted!"
Turning in my grave, I sigh,
"The unwanted are already dead."

The photographs were arranged in groups as if of an extemded family, thought they seemed completely alien to one anohter, with nothing in common except the luminouse blindness that only portraits of the dead seem to acquire.

...And will you tell all your friends you've got a gun to my head?

Never forgive, never forget.