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