I hold you now as I held you then
Way back when we first met...

I remember your touch
I remember your taste...

At the end of all my dreams
I scramble through a mirror...

Infatuation is the feeling felt
After lust but before attachment...

Intense madness sets in deep.
Hollow Sadness rearing me...

My Interests include dressing up in death,
Praying disease...

How do I say it
I just don't know...

Why does my mummy make daddy so mad,
What is it that she says to him...

Pull my hair squint my eyes
Slash my arms slash my thighs...

Oh baby
Do you love me...

Welcome to our humble home
Which rests between the hills...

Perfection in it's finest form
A sight beyond belief...