So many blind accusations
Misguided at fate
As a discarded past
derived of my hate

Drives forth the meaning of
Bliss into barren waters
Echoing in ripples
Screaming the pain
Of a pill in a glass

Swallow all hope for your family

In more and more trances
we're led by the heart
as insecure lovers
we're broken apart

While a young mother shivers
at the sight of disease
Blind spots of the mind
Met only by the
spots in the mirror

Sharing death with a false lover

A false love stikes me
In remembrance of lust
As a true goddess grows
to be shattered to dust

Embracing the painting
To drift in the breeze
ink dripping
like blood
Seeping through white linen

Stains matched only by tears on the pillow

Not left to do
but injest our pride
With bottles of pleasure
We're hollow inside

So at glance of shadows
we whimper away
Never to surrender
To bright winter's day

When our prison seems no more than a dream

We feel for our lust
In the reveries we play
As we lose all our sense
In the gutters we lay