Threats are love,
in this sick, twisted shell of a person...
It keeps them alive,
It flows within them...
She picks up the pen in her trembling hand
And she writes for as long as her body can stand...
Spawn of the Devil
Ruler of Hell...
Everyday she steadily dies
Even if she did try...
She's afraid of what she was,
so she left it behind...
Always looking down,
I always feel like a part of me is on the ground...
Your Screams are faint whispers echoing in these...
The mirrors only reflect what we once were...
When you walk alone in the valley of frost
And when your emotions are gone and lost...
Pray to the torment,
God of the seal of...
I've created a catastrophe
Living, and my heart won't bleed...
When she's alone in the moonlight,
She's a cat on the prowl...