I walk in the shadow of the things that you want to know. Present your bloody wrists and frustrated fists, splatter conventional with crimson defiance. Dance with me, dance in love's cold embrace, romance the bloody stream gently down your face, with the tip of my finger,
Fatally Fall With Me.
Sit with me as the shadows close in to see souls in shrouded tormented sin, and become mesmerized by the curse of the varied verse that drips from my lips. Sit here with me and see, shadows in awe,
Wishing To Be Free
