At the bus stop in the rain she waits,
Approaching her unseen and making no mistake...
Shining across the sky
after a gentle rain...
Feel the dark
A glistening eye...
Theres something farting in the tree,
wat could it be...
Sitting nea the black hole,
spinning outta control...
An angel full of purity and peace
Never wish harm on a heart beating beautifully...
It is a quarter 'til ten
and I am alive on the inside...
Our battle is a dark dance
encircling virtuoso's silhouettes...
Death was calling him to it's lair
But the pain wasn't more than he could bare...
I know what a broken heart feels like
messed up and damaged inside...
As the gunslinger sings out against his own...
Doing a double time to get his grave dug he finds...
Sitting shackled, waiting to fight for his...
He escapes and walks in the shadows for fear he is...