Pressure, pressure.
Pointless days...
Many figures gathered
In the courtroom of a thousand sins...
Every morning you wake out of the sleep
But there lies the devil down in the deep...
There's a world where dying roses grow,
each shudder out one final bloom...
Watch my tears roll down my face and don't try to...
Watch the fear grow deeper into my eyes...
My bed of roses became millions of thorns
No one tried to come save me...
Though the light burns my eyes, I will not be...
...I am an artist...
Cancerous images bloom in the mind
Take this knife and cut the throat...
"Mr Jekyll, it's been a while,
And still I've never seen your smile...
In a world of darkness
Everyone hates everything...
She runs, faster, faster.
tears in her eyes...
With a twisted soul and a twisted mind,
As these two hearts seem to be so unkind...