I don't trust the night because she stares at me
with her cold, bitter eyes...
When the atomic sun rises
In her eternal bed she'll lay...
I remember playing in the garden
and picking petals off a rose...
It was a cloudy day; All quiet and serene.
It was my first trip on the Raging Queen...
As dark as night,
As cold as ice...
Deep inside among the greenery of the forest;
among the fitful chirping of the feral souls...
Lift your eyes above to notice
mine glancing toward the exit...
A mirrors reflection
can i trust it...
I live in this world
Where people live freely...
A blanket of black and blue,
Spread out through moor, and...
Lying on the ground
eyes looking above...
Follow the whispers
Listen to the dark...