We’re all broken
We’re all in pain...

Through king of man provoking fear
While god like saints walk apse of white...

The leaves die and fall
Some cling on like a rat in a dry well...

I feel like you are waiting for me my friend
Waiting for the wolf to let me in...

Feel like I want to write about
A girl who hates her own skin...

The father asked for a cliche
He moulded us in this way...

No solace in dark dreams
In sleep there’s just dread...

In his house he is god
A god of pain and flaying...

I have been to Langley
I have seen the white stone crypt...

Caustic causes fade away
To reveal the infernal...

There is no great truth behind this
Nor no great lie to tell...

Flee now sweet princes
Turn thine princely coat...