This is perfection, this is my end
These are the children, all drawn in red
Buried in my thoughts, of drinking their blood
They scream, “I love you”, right as they drown

Please lift this black vial, from my eyes
Show me the true form, before she dies
Our last breath cursed, or paranoid
Shot down an angel, but not tonight

All the people she’s always loved, all the things she ever touched
Stalks her window out side her window
Every time that she tried to speak, that she could not scream
She thinks of death, you killed her cause

Please lift this black vial, from my eyes
Show me the true form, before she dies
Our last breath cursed, or paranoid
Shot down an angel, but not tonight

And, I’m being haunted by my own ghost
Escape through that big blue door
With the knife, that killed myself

there so demanding, and so ungodly
her bout, her bout