So just once more
Upon a long lost time...

What if it was bloodstained hands that created...
A stained glass image illuminated by a malformed...

From this hillside
Covered in carnivorous roses...

If I were an ocelot
I'd spend my days catching flies...

I form these words
Beneath oceans...

No more glass
Through which we view...

Hiding in a night
Cracked like glass...

I'm laughing, are you serious?
You don't have the conviction to be with us...

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

Love hearts stand in line
Now were dancing in time...

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

I watch you in silence
As you play with their hearts...