I hear many voices
They tell me what to do...

My Daddy is a cop
He hides his gun under the bed...

Hell is a place
Where demons linger...

How do we know the things we know?
Can one discovery change the way we think...

The angel of death
Is simply morbid...

Many don't understand me
And my religion...

Your kiss makes me tremor
lips of crimson red...

Have you ever noticed everything is low carbs?
It's just crazy...

She looks into the mirror
and despises herself...

Our love is passion
An undying flame...

My conscience is full of guilt
My soul will soon be no more...

A dark figure stood at my bed post
In an instant I felt a shot of pain...