Woman in red
With hell inside her head
Pretends she’s having fun
Silently she screams
For the death of her dreams
And the pain that’s yet to come

I am a broken piece
That has no peace
I use my wings
To fly as low as I can
I want to be numb
To feel as high as everyone else
Can anybody hear me?
I’m falling

I’m a little afraid to indulge the helplessness of prayer
It’s hard to believe in something when the somethings never there
So don’t stay up waiting for me or listen for my call
You’ll seldom find me hoping for an answer to it all
I’d rather dance with the moonlight man than be seen by your blind eye
Because god is only god as long as you look up to the sky

Girl by the tree
No older than three
Out in the morning frost
Quietly she stands
With flowers in her hands
Hoping she doesn’t get lost

Boy by the stream
Wrapped up in a dream
With sunlight in his eye
Softly he sings
Of make believe things
Watching the world go by

Death puts silence on a sick mans tongue
And sings to sleep each laboured lung
It frees the soul of its fragile cage
Closing the curtains of an empty stage
Death is a promise we all must keep
A howling whisper of endless sleep