Paled,
And as she stood, alone and burdened...

I'm away in a land of wonders, wonderful bliss,
I'm drifting and I can't stop, not now...

Nothing can be perfect,
But how can it be perfect...

A potter curse, engraved in stone,
A shattering verse, a wound so deep...

These moment's pass on by,
And I'm not really there...

If I die today,
If I die tomorrow...

Your Fantasy Might My Nightmare.
Ahh the sweet taste of your bitter serenade...

In a forgotten time I once trusted in life,
When your smile wasn’t a masking...