Death's door made of cyprus.
A cold unevenly colored wood...
The demon began to rise
With every second collecting dust...
There's no touch
There's no whisper...
It was beautiful to see what I had done,
No one could see but heard the sound of my gun...
Among the dark, through the mist
Lay the laughing bones...
She sits alone on the corner
begging for money...
This,
is no way to live...
All hope lost,
when I lost you...
My life
is consumed...
As the water
runs hot...
Day to day
there's this game we play...
Every breath I take
doesn't seem to be enough...