Most nights when I look up at night
I can't help but see the most beauty...
Imagine my love, how sweet it would be,
if our demons danced in moonlights eyes...
Being a psycho
trees of black...
The demons have entered my life
At every turn there's a new horror...
Cry me a river, and let me drown in my despair.
Build me a bridge, from which I may fall and die...
To be afraid
To be afraid of love...
Into the shades of black,
she walked alone...
Her dauntless mien, is absent from love.
Pity surrounds the surface of her demeanour...
A virulent soul with a stoned cold heart,
A hired gun who brought lives to an end...
Every step I take in this cold world is another...
I walk alone on this broken path of mine...
Fears last through the night,
Spirits rise when morning brings light...
Looking around the war torn scene nothing but...
My friends and foes dying left and right...