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

Out there, there is someone who prayed everyday
Yet nobody ever answered their prayers...

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

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee from thine navel to chest...

An auburn haze descends this autumn night
Pollutants pry their fingers down throats...

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

They call this path the red walk
My mask is made of the dead...

I see you looking for something
You’ll never find...

What do you need
What do you want me to say...

Oh holy man tell us
Plead for us today...

Merrily sings
Of macabre things...

Moves over the chain
Shakes off the cobwebs...