The moon is full
I look out into blackness, and hear the perfect sound of silence.
The heart full of desire, of passion, left lonely, now empty of the pain that once was was.
Look, as far as the eye can see, feel free, let go and never look back.
The bliss of blood, of gore, the skin only covers the unknown person within.
Can thee to see the real me, what lies behind the wall?
We need to get out of here.
Out of here and far away – Under the bed the beast does wait, ready to slay.
Ready to tear you open, let it out, no fear, or tears, no looking back.
I lay you down in the grave, so dark, and I open my heart to you
You’re worthless and cheap
Just a cold piece of meat but I tell you now
The cross at your head, its inverted, faith dead
Your soul is gone to Hell, it lives basest pleasures, in painted lips.
See the pain that her passion that gives, covered in blood as she sucks it in.
I breathe you in, spit you out, drawing all the blackness away.
I look up and see the moon is full
Lost to the dark, brightness no more.