I chanced to dream of angels who sing songs of life
but for some ****** up reason my eyes are full of tears tonight.
its not enough to wash away the blood from this knife
so I sit here cut a little deeper with these words as I write
I chanced to dream of rainbows with treasures pure as my heart
but there's no hope chasing dreams in a world so painted dark.
The colors remind me of the bruises and scars that left such ugly marks
so I sit here cut a little deeper as the world around me falls apart.