Swollen eyes. No better to let you see them now. My wasted heart. Will never let you drive the demon down. . When you love the devil. You'll sell your soul.
Somewhere in the back of my mind. Secretly I know you will find. Me amongst the blusher and glow. Deep beyond the things I don't show. . Mystery's a beautiful thing.
Something more graceful felt like leading you to war. It sounds so distasteful, more than what you're fighting for. More flights of stairs derailed, your ascent it falls so slow.