Savor the pieces of my shattered soul
pray for salvation...

Dancing with the demons inside my head,
Playing the tunes of bones instead...

Band-aids don't heal the wound
All they can do is cover...

In the mirror, the image is tainted.
The delicate features of a broken doll...

The fire has found its desire,
As it licks you up and plays...

All the angels ignore my howling plead,
Sending death's kiss in a pink rose bouquet...

My heart is broken, its glass slitting my chest...
So cold, broken and all alone...

Mutter the misery's chant,
Fogged in your sense of pride...

What happens to innocent minds?
Until it carries the pain it hides...

Death will make me beautiful,
in this destruction of the peace...

Scratching deep beyond the surface,
The red consumes your fate...

The sunset marks your cheeks,
with an angel glow...