Bringing down the dusk to the skies
Lifting the thoughts and holding it high,
You find her briskly brushing her hair.

Carrying out the Devil's own vise,
Proving once more I fall for her lies
I find her grasping with her lips at my throat.

But I find it funny. That, I risk it all for one more day.
One more day with you...
I find it hilarious but, baby what I please from
Please from you...

You're singing a Carol of blight. And I'm falling for it tonight.
I scream as it singes my skin.
I'm holding onto ghosts tonight. As you dissolve when the sun comes high.
I mourn for you're not to begin.

A plague that I wish for. A dream that I kill for. All for you.
All for you.

All I do it for now. Is a momentary release from how,
Much I've degraded from where...I've stood.
And all I ask from God. If he exists cause he interferes not.

Is to give me a death I yearn from within.
I'm saying things I haven't sensed in,
Me for a million moments but here, I begin.