Don’t you hither about love girl
Don’t you worry about the craic...

My heart shattered into a hundred different pieces
Tattered strips lie trodden on the floor...

The fire started to flicker and fade
In the dark and stormy wood...

Rebel, rebel broken and dishevelled
The rolling stone reduced to a pebble...

I saw you as soon as I arrived
sitting across the room...

Man is powerful and man is ultratough
Man is muscular, vascular and buff...

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

I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...

I took a journey
And found myself...

In the darkness of her sanctuary, she hides
A fable of hatred, exiled against her will...

It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...

Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...