I took a journey
And found myself...

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

The fire that burned us
Burned out long before...

Now that he's dead
The river runs red...

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

Johnny never came first
Johnny was a lonely boy...

Sitting in the road
Watching the clouds coming in...

In winter’s hush, in darkness deep
A shadow snatched away his light...

I light another cigarette
Up against the burning sky...

When love is lost
It still exists...

The tricker
Is a... something...

The raven calls again tonight
Jet black with an eerie smile...