I think i'm unconcious by the look of these streets of 
gold.The way their face is blurred through the thick 
black rain

Las night i dreamt of ways to eviscerate myself and 
suffocate an angel with blue eyes

I lookaway for a second to see what I have done,I cut my 
wrist now to see what I have done
It was an accident

I sold my soul for a ride on a white butterfly,all that 
remains is ashes they'll never find the lost one
All that remains is ashes they'll never find a corpse

I look away for a second to see what I have done
I've seen them cut the head off the magician
and show the world his secrets

I look away for a second to see what I have...
The knife does just fit in my hand right