This winter cold
and newborn moonlight...
Blood of black,
on red of night...
The cutting
fresh blood...
The guilty moon is on the rise
crime and punishment where the guilty lie...
How can we be gone by tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday...
Screams pierce the night
ripping me from my sleep...
Theres something wrong with my mind, shadows...
Here I sit, in my stain glassed window
Watching the butterfly escaping his cacoon...
My heart is broken, its glass slitting my chest...
So cold, broken and all alone...
I was a normal kid.
all through child hood i was raised the way kids...
Priest in the vaults of death
cruel bitter dying breath...
As i sit here staring at the sky
i fly free flying high...