A white lie fades into black the story of love and happiness

Forgiveness is never forgiven in the gallows of revenge pulling the lever

Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart

at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love

I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped

Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns

Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees

Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart

Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries

The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time

Sways of love in body sweat skin so soft warm and wet pulling me deeper

none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees

If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up