Beautiful things that you'll never have,
clashing lights dance to an orchestrated symphony
and I sip quietly in the corner.

Protons sent at light speed blind you,
tidal waves curl and bind you
while I peel the sticker off of my lighter.

You've set your heart before me now,
crucified and defiled,
begging for the slightest glance.

I set forth my gaze becoming a statue
to never give you what you need.
Because I like to watch you bleed,
and I'm certain of the doubt
that lies within me.