Followers followers
You're all sheep...

The blade cuts so smoothly oer my soft pale skin,
It lets out a trail of blood that I was holding...

Wishful thinking
Head over heals...

Fear grows as I fade into the trees with my axe...
Stars cover my body.. my arms are the skies filled...

Through tinted windows things just don't seem so...
A car accident that lies children in the hospital...

A long long time ago,
Once upon a time...

This flawless face that you see before you,
It's innocence is not at all true...