Shadows crawl closer,
Frantic fingers cling to light...
For long have I walked the darkest path.
Sin and sinner working to create the devil's math...
Over the mountains of thought,
Past the burning bridges...
I feel the madness
crowding my mind...
All I ever wanted to do
Is infuse all of my love to you...
Sitting in depression.
Feeling utterly alone...
They call me a sinner,
you call me a saint...
As two trains pass in the night I caught a face in...
it was mine going both ways a silhouette was...
The room behind the door cries out
Paper patterns peeled and torn...
You said you would return,
I stand here and wait...
I feel the separation between me and body
The tearing sickness pulling me apart...
I've got more style,
I've got more taste...