And as our heroes pass away,
We will toss flowers into their graves...

The sun dripped like lava from the sky,
As the stars fell like snow and died...

The forshadow ofa broken heart,
The reality of a fairytale...

Blood splattered all over the walls,
Blood curdled screams echo the halls...

This thorn which dreapt of blood,
Sent for victims instead of love...

You're my pressure point,
The pain running up my spine...

This room cold and quiet
I sit next to you shivering...

Look a little harder.
Look through her instead of at her...

A new life every moment of this fresh day,
Another death every moment of this fading day...

Look up for once,
Because you're always looking down...

With hope just admist the horizon,
I can see it very clear...

These are the days when love will die
when a killers heart seems pure to the eye...