We're caught mid-air
the ground below...

What happened to the days
when we danced in the lake...

With our well-earned fortunes
Feelings grow old...

He watches from his pedestal
What can he say or do...

She's playing inside my head
Locking doors so no one gets in...

He silently steals into your gentle soul
And gouges out a deep dark hole...

From plastic hearts
To other lives...

Guilt
A fat slab of meat...

The book falls apart in her hands
As sirens fade into the distance...

You'll let everyone to die
When backs are turned...

Haunting red madness seeped from my wrists
and rained on the ocean as I clenched my fists...

Her screams are silent
Piercing my ears...