Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
It wouldn’t be
the kind of magic you shoot...
My conscious
Is clean siblings...
Flowers cover the grounds
From red to purple...
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. |