But I was told I'll never be beautiful
I dwell in the darkness, insane and cold
Broken inside, so I broke souls
Ripped flower petals, you could never understand, not at all
I used to cower in fear of the haunting ghost
But I eventually became madly obsessed
I craved the wonders of beauty in murder, but nevertheless
because of my sadistic desires, I feared in being alone
Who could love me?
I was abandoned by my master, casted away
Only fending for myself, yet here I lay
Embraced in freezing chains
Always seeing the night, never the day
Bloodshot eyes, tears bloodstained
I became blind, despite knowing everything's not out of line
Clutching my black heart, gasping, out of breath
I was told I'll be fine, only reaching death
ACT 0
But before I die, let me remember
That one chapter in my life, when I first met her
A child...maybe four years old
She reached out to me...the purest heart of gold
My appearance did not frighten her
I did not know how she was; we had just met
I asked her how she found me, but she only
smiled and answered, "This isn't the end"
To my surprise, she stayed by my side for a while
I taught her my way of life and Christina
commented on how strong it is, that she admired
that a lot of times, I seemed apparently callous
ACT I
I did what I had to do, or at least what I could;
let my master conjure the idea of grotesque
I was her underdog, her unlucky shadow,the figure under the hood
But the command "Thou shalt not kill" took over her
It's a paradox, this painful irony
She treated me like an old toy and threw me in a box
and says my existence is a plague, I should kill myself
ACT II
April Fool's...I actually thought it was funny,
because I knew no one could love us
But then days passed by, and then weeks, and months...
The boy is serious
No he did not yet know of my existence
But then truth came out, and I'd learn of Fallacy
FINAL ACT
Everyone began to acknowledge me and love me for what I am
I kept repeating to them I should change, but she said, "Redemption me not"
I went through hell, but I'm still alive
He craves the way I sin, so don't crucify
My light, I'm loved by him
The deadly massacres Imentally committed
It doesn't matter anymore; she's letting me live
Redemption me not...these psychological crimes have made me up
I dwell in the darkness, insane and cold
Broken inside, so I broke souls
Ripped flower petals, you could never understand, not at all
I used to cower in fear of the haunting ghost
But I eventually became madly obsessed
I craved the wonders of beauty in murder, but nevertheless
because of my sadistic desires, I feared in being alone
Who could love me?
I was abandoned by my master, casted away
Only fending for myself, yet here I lay
Embraced in freezing chains
Always seeing the night, never the day
Bloodshot eyes, tears bloodstained
I became blind, despite knowing everything's not out of line
Clutching my black heart, gasping, out of breath
I was told I'll be fine, only reaching death
ACT 0
But before I die, let me remember
That one chapter in my life, when I first met her
A child...maybe four years old
She reached out to me...the purest heart of gold
My appearance did not frighten her
I did not know how she was; we had just met
I asked her how she found me, but she only
smiled and answered, "This isn't the end"
To my surprise, she stayed by my side for a while
I taught her my way of life and Christina
commented on how strong it is, that she admired
that a lot of times, I seemed apparently callous
ACT I
I did what I had to do, or at least what I could;
let my master conjure the idea of grotesque
I was her underdog, her unlucky shadow,the figure under the hood
But the command "Thou shalt not kill" took over her
It's a paradox, this painful irony
She treated me like an old toy and threw me in a box
and says my existence is a plague, I should kill myself
ACT II
April Fool's...I actually thought it was funny,
because I knew no one could love us
But then days passed by, and then weeks, and months...
The boy is serious
No he did not yet know of my existence
But then truth came out, and I'd learn of Fallacy
FINAL ACT
Everyone began to acknowledge me and love me for what I am
I kept repeating to them I should change, but she said, "Redemption me not"
I went through hell, but I'm still alive
He craves the way I sin, so don't crucify
My light, I'm loved by him
The deadly massacres Imentally committed
It doesn't matter anymore; she's letting me live
Redemption me not...these psychological crimes have made me up
