Tomorrow looks the same as the shadows left in...
the furture holds no hope...

I see a face,
distorted, untrue...

Cross my heart,
Hope we’ll die...

Before I jump into an oblivion,
I wanted you to see me...

Tears stream down a porcelin face.
Unwilled, unwanted, but needed...

Blood of one thousand teardrops,
and echos of one thousand screams...

I am not ashamed,
Not of the blood thts flows...

When the heart is stone,
and blood runs cold...

To lie in eclipse,
in shadows of me...

Shadow creep into the sunlight,
Blood slides down my wrist...