"the Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
but oh, no tears please...
fear and pain may accompany Death,
but it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."
 

Your feelings, I can't help but rape them
I'm sorry, I don't feel the same
My heart inside is constantly hating
I'm sorry, I just throw you away...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky
but why, why, why can't it be mine?

to you this all was nothing - everything to you is nothing.

well as wicked as you are, you're beautiful to me...