The color black is what I'm
seen wearing all the time...

I was born on a runaway train.
I was born there, on this day...

We live in a state of confusion,
pictures only bring doubt...

The unloved child
Who wears the crown of hate...

My life is based upon
pleasing and placation...

A fist through my chest
rips my heart out...

You never told me before
that you loved me...

As the world goes on by,
without caring for who die...

You say it over the phone
You tell me in songs you know...

You're not failed experiments.
neither are your brothers...

I trusted an architect
I trusted her well...

The shadow of the grim
lurks everywhere...