The sigh of a crimson mark
     The sixth sense no one know the scared monster that he sees
     A blood stain
     How much more thus this boy have to **** to save a world so desperate needs
    No one knows the sharp pain that he feels when ever he walks
    No one knows how much he wanted to **** himself
       No not any one knows he is what they call the angles test.

Hold a hand as warm and light
Feeling your touch as heaven's delights
Wondering where you are feeling now that i'm in the dark
Crying for a sorrow song knowing you're never here
feeling that you're going to disappear
Screaming and crying crashing and burning
Dead from the start but now i'll never hurt you
Waiting for me to drown waiting for you to come a sorrow song for me to you

Sitting still hold our breath Wonder what is next
Too blind to see what's in their eyes
to hard to look not in discomfort because that's the smug look on your face?
It's hard to remember that darkness is behind us and the light faces us but still we forget where we come from
The ugly thing the pitiful answers never honor what  your heart says when they forget you.

Sitting still hold our breath Wonder what is next
Too blind to see what's in their eyes
to hard to look not in discomfort because that's the smug look on your face?
It's hard to remember that darkness is behind us and the light faces us but still we forget where we come from
The ugly thing the pitiful answers never honor what  your heart says when they forget you.

Shy as a willow- o- wips  
Shallow as the forgotten
Monstrous as the devil they call me  
  
I am the thing that suffers from all pain
     from all knifes
       From all people
Calling me for what I seem to be
Teeth like crashed glass
Eyes like cold storms I am what you call  a nightmare, the thing you can't explain. The thing that is forgotten.
The thing that can't be seen.