Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I have built myself a chapel of lies...
I hate this place
I want out of here...
Drowning in a puddle of blood. All of it was said...
I have never thought, my life could be so cold. so...
On the wings of the mind
Flow in infinite rapture...
They all died in the fire, onto the broken...
Underneath the vultures wing. They cry to wish...
Staring through darkness or lightness, wondering...
have no place but a deep dark little hole...
A sun-shining day
Flowers are ablaze...
To be me is hard work
To be me can be lonely and cold...
I am the unknown void
Or so some people say...
What do you see
When you stare into my eyes...
The Chandelier hangs in the way
Every day it hangs there...
Dark, horrid nights surround me like a thunder...
They bellow, they lighten and threaten aloud...