I cannot bear to see my loved ones slowly wither
They will know when they see the crimson river...

Here she comes to me in velvet
Feeling like maybe she's in debt...

Sitting in a church pew
Sketching figures of you...

Creatures of the underworld calling my name
But I know these voices are part of the game...

I'm unsure of who I am
I have failed God's master plan...

For all the times I might have lied
The same amount I am sure I have cried...

Oh, do you know the muffin man?
The muffin man? The muffin man...

Cold beneath icy coverlets in something broken
A heart locket splayed across the wooden floor...

Powerful wings beat the air
Pulsating to a rhythmic beat...

From deep inside I feel the venom boiling to my...
The thick, blackened blood from a fly-ridden...

Standing calmly at her balcony with a face painted...
Black cloak drawn taut slips from her shoulder...

My heart is hard and cold as stone
I am overdone and overgrown...