It consumes,
all it gives it must take back...
I've often wondered how it will be
I've closed my eyes and dreamed...
There's a little black road
on your way to Heaven...
In a forest of green
there are two dead trees...
The hands move across
the face of the clock...
I was here
But now I'm gone...
She lies on the floor
with a knife in her hand...
I taste blood...
on the edge of my lips...
Days are passing...nites are screaming
no drop of rain.......all i feel is pain...
Last night I slept with tears in my eyes.
I dreamed of being alright...
I want to die.
Rip out of this body and fly...
I hate you for what you have taken
You stole something special never to give it back...