Behind gothic eyes her shadows hide
Silence screams from deep inside
I try to ease her soul’s unrest
What went wrong I can only guess

Black and red yet dark as lies
Mascara runs, I know she cries
Cotton under a woolly fleece
She’s running from the dream police

Silver rings pierce her skin
But will she ever let me in …

Guitars distort an angry tune
A song of lovers surely doomed
Is she with me, she says yes
She says life's a ******* mess

I kiss her lace; she takes me home
Tonight she won’t bleed alone...