Black cityscape 
ToweringÂ…
Stone fangs tearing at the sky 
Putrid tears fall
Black horrorscape
Ghosts line these avenues
These streets are trenches
Ugly are these scars 
Â…and filled with rats they are
Filled with rats they are!
There are choirs, a ghost vesper for hope
Like whispers beyond the roaring machinery
So few the flowers in these gardens of rust
Nested they rest ‘neath the carpet of dust
I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings
They will leave high above the chaos, high above 
everything
While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege 
Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach
There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where 
we're confined
There must be another meaning, greater than all their 
lies combined
I've chosen another path, walking away from the strains 
of life
A search for the blood orchid in the rusted gardens of 
mankind
Autumn clutched in the earthen arms of summer's growth
Beneath the canopy of warmth
Where stars beacons the weary and small
Yet every garden bear the witness of coming fall
Few are the flowers in the gardens of man
In these sparkling gutters of neon Babylon
Ghost dance amongst the fortunate whores
Scared and maimed the pale stumble onÂ…
Blood Orchid
There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where 
we're confined
Blood Orchid 
There must be another meaning, greater than all their 
lies combined
Blood Orchid 
I've chosen another path, walking away from the strains 
of life
Blood Orchid 
A search for you in these rusted gardens of mankind
I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings
They will leave high above the chaos, high above 
everything
While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege 
Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach
There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where 
we're confined
There must be another meaning, greater than all their 
lies combined
I've chosen another path, walking away from the strains 
of life
A search for the Blood Orchid in the rusted gardens of 
mankind
Blood Orchid
Blood Orchid