Why do I cry when I am happy
Why do I fret when I am alone...
In the dark of this ice cold room
sits a girl in the corner...
Stealth I'm unseen like clear,
I stalk the shadows at night...
Smiles melting away,
from this treacherous heat...
The sun continues to shine on the slave,
The slave working harder and harder...
Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Every rose has its thorn...
I crawled after you even when you pushed me away
Yet sill you toy with my heart on a string...
Feelings of light
Go fading away as night falls...
Look out the window
Do you see what I see...
Death die and hatred
are just words i like to say...
Everynight, she sees those dark things,
the shadows don't only live inside her twisted...
This cold, lonely road
is the place that I stroll...