• Look at me and you will another side of alone.
    Watch her speak and see her tongue cut right through the bone.

    Thoughts of Suicidal Love go in to her mind,
    bravely stepping into hell, and saving whats left behind.

    The masks that saves us all, is not whats inside,
    the cover decorated is what we all hide.

    Solemnly the steps they took, an art to my own eyes,
    Perhaps she'll give me a sign?