Through The Eyes Of The Dead Erratic Perception
I think i'm unconcious by the look of these streets of
gold.The way their face is blurred through the thick
black rain
Las night i dreamt of ways to eviscerate myself and
suffocate an angel with blue eyes
I lookaway for a second to see what I have done,I cut my
wrist now to see what I have done
It was an accident
I sold my soul for a ride on a white butterfly,all that
remains is ashes they'll never find the lost one
All that remains is ashes they'll never find a corpse
I look away for a second to see what I have done
I've seen them cut the head off the magician
and show the world his secrets
I look away for a second to see what I have...
The knife does just fit in my hand right
