Finally, the hills are without eyes. They are tired of painting a dead man's face red with their own blood. . We used to love, having so much to lose.
Remember the first dance we shared?. Recall the night you melted my ugliness away?. The night you left with a kiss so kind. Only a scent of beauty left behind.
Born to lose, learn to win. Angel souls crawl in sin. Painted faces, evil races. Quest for power, clock the hour. . Feel me, see me, want me, need me.