She was a beautiful child.
Such a wonder she was...

Nothing more..
I will tear myself out from this flesh...

Running far from the pits hell
This is a tale, a story to tell...

Let's play a game,
a game of hide and seek...

Tore off his pretty-puff wings
Burned all those mushy things...

I love it how you tell me things.
How I know they're all a lie...

If I think real hard
I can feel your arms wrap around me...

If your love is true.
Then lying wouldn't exist...

You are the nightmare under my bed.
As I am the voices in your head...

Painted grey with skies of blue.
I'll stay all night and wait for you...

Scream out into that...
vast liquified grave...

I wonder how they do it
How they get so god damn thin...