Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...

This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...

Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...

Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...

The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...

I wanted to be wanted
I wanted to be loved, it’s true...

My lullabies were screams
To me they sounded sweet...

I was raised in a town of killers
But I didn’t see their blades...

Through the bottom of the glass I saw the spires
Burning up in the fire as the beast hit the door...

The fit is the scream of silence
As she floats high above the burning field...