Take a look at that man running so blind
everytime i see him, he stares back at me...
A little boy who live in a home,
his mom is always stoned...
Desolate soul tiptoeing shattered glass.
Moonlight splashing vacant hollow eyes...
My parents drove me to this
ah... death is such sweet bliss...
I seek perfection
I seek recognition...
Cut me into pieces,
stab me in the heart...
Your mother and I
were going through your things...
Can you see her standing there?
Breathing the cold air...
Where are you, Daddy?
I can't find you...
I was born on a runaway train.
I was born there, on this day...
The memories hurt.
From that day...
Gaze into the glassy window,
And misted eyes look into mine...