The tragic comedy divine
Paints the way to peace of mind
Leaving shallow lovers far behind

Past uncertainties combine
Bringing tears to sleepless eyes
Memory runs the course of time

Blood runs cold beyond

The violet prison for violent visions

And so the broken record plays
As you throw us away
We're never enough

We're drowning in cliches
So desperate to love
We're twisting every word they say

So we sleep through the days

Within the heat of passion's war

Lust is spilled upon the floor
Staining red the wasted metaphor
The selfish need for something more

Claws in vain at closing doors
Scarring faces once adored
Tracing circles in the


Violet prison for violent visions
And so the broken record plays

As you throw us away
We're never enough
We're drowning in cliches

So desperate to love
We're twisting every word they say
So we sleep through the days