Their flesh is a cemetery, centuries old . But the light would not share her, From behind the bending mirror, pulling her within, Like a jealous twin. There was something in her eye Like a flawed alibi . . . Knives . . . Lives . .
Someone screams for less Someone screams for more . . .
And the light Glows From down below . Tonight . . . I was talkin' with my angel then . . . But I know that she's feelin' better . . . She went down The sharp black hole She wants to die just to save her soul . . .