From this hillside
Covered in carnivorous roses...

One night I awoke
And saw her cross my grave...

Not sure of what I hate anymore
Or if I even hate at all...

Dear Mr Sandman come to me
Brew me up some royal tea...

Autumnal grey skies
Push forward dark clouds...

Afloat but not floating
That’s how I feel...

Burn them up
So the world can inhale them...

Evergreen altar
Pine and myrrh on winter air...

I slice my self up and peel back my skin
I want to see what I truly am within...

I want to crawl out of my grave
My soul has become a slave...

There is someone else that sees through my eyes
Someone to hold my hand when I'm lost...

Iridescent light fades
Fighting to a loss against the dark...