You're fed up with the world
Looked up how to tie a noose
You're a child of the devil
And a victim of abuse
But that's okay because
I think that I'm a lot like you
I have my flaws and regrets
I'm imperfect too
When the knives start to rust
It will all return to dust
The streets are just echoes of fallen greatness
Where the young and naïve go to meet the faithless
Passed out on trains that are going nowhere
Baptized by fire in holy warfare
Thе flames of the underworld
Arе hotter than you think
The bodies of the damned
Perpetually stink
You're a product of your environment
So please don't blame yourself
But there's no point in blaming anybody else
You're obsessed with the moon
Salvation won't be coming soon
Strange ceremonies and blood rituals
Evil black magic and dark crystals
Pagans and witchcraft are your only hope
There's so many things you'll never know
Songs of birds echo through my room at night
Ballerinas made of glass await me in daylight
Songs of birds echo through my room at night
Ballerinas made of glass await me in daylight
I died long ago because I killed myself trying to rebel
And I'm sorry but I'm already so far gone I can't love anyone