To the world
(2011)
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine